Today, the 6-celled embryo from yesterday arrested. What a harsh, clinical word. It stopped growing. Frankly, I expected it. This happens in In Vitro. Heck, it happens so often in natural fertilizations of embryos—they fertilize, but don't make it down the tubes, or implant, or stop growing, or whatever.
Expecting something doesn't mean you like it.
The other EIGHT, though? Amazing. They are all either morulas, early blasts or cavitating blasts. Really, I've never gotten this far with either Matthew's or Luke's cycle, so all of that is a lot of gobbledy-gook for just exactly what the clinic is looking for and a situation they couldn't have planned more perfectly. Even though that's what they were planning. It NEVER happens like this for me. Jackie said the whole office is just laughing (good-naturedly) at all of this...the surprise of SUCH success. The CRAZY different cycle. Just all of it.
Between my endometriosis being pretty much zapped thanks to Matthew and Luke, and two cycles under our belt to know that there needed to be some pretty significant medicine adjustment for better egg maturity, apparently, they weren't lying when they said I had the fertility of a gal in her 20s.
I have had so many wonderful people email and call and text encouragement and advice and prayers and good thoughts and I am grateful.
We've decided that we will transfer two tomorrow morning at 10:15. The embryology lab will obviously pick the best, and the others, provided they have not arrested, will be frozen. Our instructions were to freeze if they were able to, regardless of quality. If they don't arrest, they will be given the chance I believe they were meant to.
When, how...crossing those bridges another day. Heck, there is NO guarantee this transfer will produce pregnancy, and we may very likely end up using those little snowbabies very soon.
Today, we have 8 amazing blastocysts and a really great chance at having another sibling for Matthew and Luke.
Grateful. In my wildest dreams...never expected this.
Luke is staying with his Aunt Pretty tonight since we have to leave so early tomorrow. I haven't even cried. I teared up some earlier, before I even took him over there....but none since. John said he was proud of me taking that big step...doing ok without my boy sleeping in the next room over.
I'm proud of me too. But then again...I've had to sleep with my boy not in the next room over...or the same house...or even on this earth. Luke is living it up at Aunt Pretty's. I can deal with that.