I scrambled out of church yesterday morning when my phone rang just as the sermon started. I answered as soon as I reached the building’s exit, and the nurse reported that four of our embryos were still growing. All had multiplied to four cells; two graded A- and two graded B+. The nurse told me to expect transfer on Tuesday or Wednesday and that she would call today to let me know.
I feel excited and hopeful, and I’m eagerly waiting for today’s report. Hey, the nurse called as I typed. We’ve now got four 8-cell embryos, still graded the same. Oh, thank you, Lord! We’re officially targeting a day-five transfer on Wednesday. What happy news!
In other news, I gave myself my morning heparin shot in a forest preserve parking lot today. My sister-in-law called at 7 a.m. with a last-minute babysitting request; could I take a walk with three of her kids while she took the kindergartner to orientation? In order to meet her and the kids, I had to leave our house much earlier (and would return much later) than my designated injection time. 8:30 a.m. found me sitting in my car, swabbing my hands with rubbing alcohol (I had no other way to wash them), drawing heparin into the syringe and sticking the needle in my belly – no doubt arousing the curiosity of the man parked a few spaces over from me.
He can think whatever he likes. I’m just giddy for our four embryos, and happy to do whatever it takes to make a healthy home for them!