Well, it's 6:30 a.m. CST, and I have been up for more than two hours already. We don't have to be at the lab for our transfer until noon, but I cannot relax. I have to say, though, the past couple of days have done me some good. I have gone from being devastated to cautiously optimistic to (just now) a little excited. I mean, seriously, SOME part of this cycle has to go smoothly, right? RIGHT?!
If this one little guy had the strength to develop, considering the sorry lot he came from, then there must be something super-special about him. I'm interested to hear how many cells he has now. The more the better. Anyway, I spent this morning getting work for my class done so I can come home and relax afterward. Dr. Dunn doesn't require bedrest after a transfer as some RE's do, but I'm requiring it of myself this time, since our situation is so precarious.
By the way, Billy and I have taken to calling our embryo "Butch." We decided it needed a tough guy's name, and that's what we came up with. I guess we'll have to change it if it turns out to be a girl; the name "Butch" does not bode well for a female child. But it works for now.
I'll post an update later.
3 years ago