We had our embryo transfer this past Friday. The transfer portion of this whole experience is WAY easier than the retrieval, let me tell ya.
For the transfer, we were brought in for intake, where the nurses had prepared a report card of sorts from our retrieval. Of the eggs that were retrieved, 19 were deemed healthy enough to try ICSI. 12 had successfully fertilized and as of Friday, 12 were still considered viable embryos. We were over the moon.
Then we were brought into the transfer room where we met with the embryologist. She told us not to celebrate yet; the eggs weren’t quite ready to freeze yet. She wanted to watch them for one more day as she was concerned about where they were in their growth stage. This left me feeling a little dejected, but Lee remained hopeful. After all, how could we have produced so many embryos just to have them not end up being viable?
After careful deliberation, Lee and I had chosen to transfer two embryos. Best case scenario: Twins! Warmly welcomed second scenario: One healthy baby! Worst case scenario: No baby.
The transfer itself was quick and painless. Our doctor wished us luck, but told us to keep our guard up. Even with everything going as well as it has for us so far, that still doesn’t guarantee a positive. I tried not to think too much about the additional embryos whose fate was still undecided, but was still holding out hope that in the event that this pregnancy doesn’t take, we’ll have frozen embryos to try again.
Well, I just heard from our doctor’s office. Unfortunately, none of the other embryos made it that additional day. This is our one chance.
The silver lining? They chose the two best embryos to transfer, so we remain hopeful that at least one of them will have the ability to result in a positive pregnancy. We’ll know for sure on September 29th.
Please keep us in your thoughts. I have a feeling the next 11 days are going to crawl by.