Two little embryos

So they did the retrieval, which went fine, except that I talked to the recovery room nurses about cats…a lot. I wanted a cat to keep my feet warm and suggested they adopt a hypoallergenic cat to keep all the recovering patients company. If I don’t have a baby, I stand a very good chance of becoming a crazy cat lady for real. They retrieved 8 eggs and I got a call at 7 AM today that the transfer was happening today. Today! 3 hours from the phone call.

They implanted two little embryos. I wasn’t supposed to go to the bathroom within half an hour of the procedure. However, I was drinking my million glasses of water a day like a good little girl. I peed five times before the half hour mark and by the time we started the procedure, my bladder was full again. Luckily the bed was inverted after the procedure, so gravity not only kept my pee in my bladder, but hopefully the two little embryos in my uterus.

I am tip toeing around wishing I could hang upside down for the next couple of days to give these little embryos every advantage they can get. A day 3 transfer wasn’t optimal to begin with but the embryos seemed to be deteriorating. They had one with 8 cells and one with 6 cells, so they chose those. No guarantee that they will have any embryos to freeze. I am trying not to get hung up on that. We have two inside me right now. No need to be greedy. I just really don’t want to have to spend all that money and put my body through all of this all over again when we want another baby. I don’t want to be greedy. If this works, we will be so lucky to have this baby. Maybe it will be twins. Which would be scary and crazy and horrible and amazing all at the same time.

I am just so afraid it won’t take. And that the embryos will be too poor in quality to freeze and then we will have no babies and no potential babies. This has to work. Please, please, please let it work. My anxious desperation is hiding deep down inside, but it is there. Lurking. This has to work.