Hello all, my apologies for the lateness of this long awaited post. I have not been feeling much like writing, and have been trying not to think much about the process. But here we go. I had my Embryo Transfer this past Sunday. All went well, and 7 eggs fertilized successfully. 2 were transferred and 2 ended up being frozen. The other 3 had an ok quality but they were not stellar.
The actual transfer was an interesting experience. I ended up in the same recovery room as I had the for my first ER, and also the same black doctor that was mentioned in my first ER post. Of course she remembered me as I made very inappropriate but funny comments thus making quite the impression. It really felt like the experience was coming full circle which hopefully meant this would be the last ET for me. I have been trying not to think about it too much as the 2 week wait is the most dreaded and stressful period of time for any woman going through fertility treatments. I have 4 1/2 days down, and 9 1/2 to go. Hopefully I will resist the temptation to POAS (pee on a stick), but knowing me, I probably will. I am extremely impatient. Everyone who knows me knows that I want what I want when I want it, and right now I'm dying to know if this cycle actually worked.
Again, we have named our little embryo's. So, I introduce to you Tweedledee (left), and Tweedledum (right). We named the right one Tweedledum because it looks a bit junky and slow. We have to find ways to keep ourselves amused about all of this, so naming our little cells is how we find joy.






