If you’ve been reading my blog a while, you may remember when I posted about Hubby and I each moving along at our own pace from the time we were children. I’ve determined this must be genetic because our embryos are now showing the same quality. It’s day 5, but none of them have yet reached the blastocyst stage, which means none of them were biopsied for genetic testing this morning.
When Hubby called me this morning (and I couldn’t answer because I was in the middle of a home visit), I was thinking the worst. That all our embryos had died. That there would be nothing left, and we’d have to start over with money we don’t have. I wasn’t exactly relieved when I heard this news instead. I”ll admit it: I was pissed. But there’s nothing we can do to make our embryos hurry up.
I asked Hubby to call the clinic back and let them know we agree with the plan to hold off until tomorrow morning to make a decision about what to do next. Dr. C assured him that this happens in about a third of cases, and it doesn’t mean our little embies won’t continue to develop.
The repercussions of this are twofold: 1) We could end up with only one or two embryos by tomorrow morning (day 6), in which case we’ll skip genetic testing and proceed with a transfer. And try our luck. Or 2) more than two embryos will have reached blastocyst, and those will be biopsied and frozen, pushing our transfer back another month. I suppose there is a third option here, but I’d rather not acknowledge it.
I don’t know what to hope for. On one hand, I am so ready to get this all over with. But we’ve been saying all along that we want to give ourselves the best possible chance. If we have enough embryos, I still believe genetic screening gives us that chance. Hubby agrees. I guess the best I can hope for is that we have lots of blasts tomorrow, and we’ll just have to wait until February to get them into my ute. It doesn’t feel like the best option right now, but my head knows it is.
We still have no information about how many of our embryos are still going. I had a hard time sleeping last night, and I imagine tonight is going to be even worse. I’ve told my supervisor I plan to take the whole day off regardless of the news we get. If nothing else, I’ll need the mental health day to get me through the rest of the week.