All ten of our embryos are still dividing. They’re all between 5 and 8 cells, which is right where they’re supposed to be on day 3. I’m impressed that some have reached 8, because the one we transferred on day 3 last time was only 6 cells.
I cried tears of joy when I got off the phone with the lab. We are so blessed to have had such luck this time. I was up all night last night worrying about the embabies, certain that they would call this morning and tell me all 10 had arrested. I hope that one - or two - of them become our children. I am tearing up again as I type this.
Looking back on Tuesday, I’m starting to realize how ill I really was. I checked out for several hours. The pain was so intense at times that I couldn’t deal with it, and I don’t really think I have a low pain tolerance. I remember A picking me up from the floor for the third time in three minutes and asking him weakly “Do you think we should call the doctor?” (um, YES.) I just surrendered myself to him and gave up on functioning for the rest of the day. I’m so thankful I had him to take care of me.
I am still a little sore and very bloated. I still look about four months pregnant and wearing pants is a chore. But this discomfort is so worth it, if…well, you know.
I am so, so happy to have had this opportunity. My ten little potential children already warm my heart in a way I’ve never experienced.