No News Is Good News Is

Well, considering Dr. Gorgeous told me if it didn't look like we'd have many blasts on Friday, I'd get a call on Wednesday morning for a day 3 transfer, I'm assuming no news is good news is regular update in the afternoon.

Still, if I haven't heard anything by the time I go into yoga class in an hour, I'm calling the receptionist and asking to talk to whoever is available to talk to me. Because, really, the waiting is making me nutty.

But no news is good news is hopefully plenty of blasts on Friday.

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In other news: I feel like crap, my hips hurt like hell, but I was only awake for about 1.5 hours in the middle of the night, which is much better than not sleeping at all.

Now I have more fat and protein to consume. I'll update with the update later.

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And the update: after another freakout of epic proportions, Dr. G called me personally to say (a) a nurse should have called me as soon as the embryology report came in (and she'd deal with that), (b) 8 embryos are "beautiful" (at 6 cell or above, zero fragmentation), (c) she's hoping for 6 blasts and would like to do eSET, and (d) I need to find the zen spot in my head.

I told her if I had to choose today, I'd want to transfer 2, but I'm open to discussing it on Friday, when we see what the actual numbers are. Because here's what I'm thinking:

1. If we transfer two and it doesn't work, I'll be devastated.
2. If we transfer one and it doesn't work, I won't be able to live with that choice.
3. If we transfer two and I actually get pregnant with twins and actually don't miscarry, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Two years ago, I would have said eSET with absolutely no qualms. I'm not that woman anymore. This has to work.