Ok, so all five embryos are still alive. That’s good.
The two that looked “perfect” yesterday still look good today (although the embryologist definitely did not call them perfect again today).
The other three do not look so hot for various reasons. One is fragmented, one the embryologist said she “doesn’t like the morphology” (whatever that means) and one is just a slow poke—it’s only 4 cells when she’d like to see at least 6 or 8.
She thinks the two good ones will make it to day 5 and the other three might not make it or won’t be good enough to freeze. She says she’s been wrong before, but that’s her best guess based on experience.
I went through lots of emotions during that one phone call. Hooray, they’re still growing! Boo, none to freeze! And finally, holy sh*t, what if NONE make it to day 5 or are good enough quality to transfer? What then?
That sobering thought is what I’m left with right now. I know that’s a huge What If, but the thought is still really freaking me out.
This whole process is one giant mind f*ck, and right now I just feel sad. I know I should be happy that we still have two good-looking embryos—and I am—but the uncertainty is winning out. Hopefully those two can stay strong. Please stay strong, little dudes!
If anyone has some good juju laying around that they could pass my way, I could really use it. Because right now my stores are depleted.