As of today I am more pregnant than I have ever been. I get to say that, right? Because the next few days may well be my only chance to use the word “pregnant” without “not” in front of it.
We transferred 2 embryos — the one that was 5 cells yesterday and the better-looking of the 4-cell ones from yesterday. I don’t know how many cells they had today because they both morulized early. (Also, just because it came up in the comments on my last post, today was a 3-day transfer. My update from this morning was about yesterday’s progress. I guess it was a little confusing!)
We ended up doing assisted hatching, which we were not planning on, but the embryologist told us that the zona pellucida on both of the embryos was very thick and was not thinning out as she would like to see it do, so she went ahead and did the hatching. The word “hatching” delighted my bird-loving husband. I have to wonder if overly thick zonae pellucidae* have been complicating the problems that come from the poor sperm morphology — what if the sperm’s shape problems combined with the thick eggs has been making them just bounce off each other instead of fertilizing for all these years? But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised — every time we go to the doctor we find something else wrong with me.
The actual transfer was not too bad. There were way too many people crammed into the procedure room (me, my husband, the RE, the embryologist, another doctor who was running the ultrasound machine, a nurse, and a medical student), but it went quickly and smoothly, and I was so focused on not peeing on everyone that I didn’t have any mental space to panic. I suspect the whole full-bladder thing is just to give freaked-out ladies like me something to concentrate on while scary things are happening.
After the transfer they had me lie down for about an hour, and the embryologist came in and showed us pictures of the whole process. She showed us the difference between the 5 eggs that were mature and the 2 that were not, we saw the ICSI process happen (and we could even make out the sperm inside the pipette), and then there were pictures of the fertilized eggs and the embryos taken at various times over the last 3 days. It was a really cool thing and I’m so glad they did it — if I have a complaint at all about this clinic it’s that I don’t always get the depth of information I would like, but this was great.
Of the 3 embryos we didn’t transfer, 1 was also morulizing but none of them look very good and the lab is not optimistic that we will have anything to freeze. So, you know, this is really it. The last chance.
There are many posts percolating in my head about feelings and emotional journeys and other schmaltzy stuff, but I don’t think I can even go there yet. I’m just going to sit for a spell with the fact that there are 2 embryos inside my uterus right now.