Waiting for our little embryos to come "home" is a long wait. Plus, I don't like the fact that each day, we lose some as they "arrest." What a cute word for die. I woke up this morning and wondered how many of our little guys are still with us. It's sad to think of them in a cold, lonely lab somewhere, although I know that they don't know the difference. I think these hormones are still screwing with me!
We won't know until tomorrow morning whether we are making it to Day 3 or 5 for transfer. I am trying to be ready for either, and some of the reading that I have done says that it's inconclusive which transfer is best. Obviously, it's good to get to blast stage, but then some argue that the womb is the ideal environment and that some embryos that wouldn't have lived in the petri dish can survive in the womb. Of course, my womb hasn't exactly been the safest of places for little embryos lately, so I am happiest if they chill another couple of days under the watchful eye of the embryologist.
I administered my first Lovenox injection last night. Those little prefilled syringes are great, except for the fact that it seems like a lot of CCs for subcutaneous injection. It seemed like I just kept pushing and pushing on that syringe. Luckily, there was no bruising when I woke up this morning. PIO shots start tonight. . . my husband is excited that his "job" is back.
I am back to work today, although I am still "staining" pink and have a little tenderness. I am going to take it easy, but there is a lot to wrap up with before I take my time off. I will be glad when I am officially on vacation!