One. More. Day.

Until the dreaded 2 Week Wait is OVER. Yes, that means that we are finding out on Friday the 13th. Both my husband and I were born on the 13th, and I was born on Friday the 13th - so this doesn't bother us at all. I think the hardest part will be waiting between the time they draw blood and the time in which they give me a call with the results.

I'm not trying to read into anything, and am so paranoid about "messing it up," that when I feel like I've walked too much or if I start to feel crampy, I promptly return to the couch and put my feet up. Poor G is wondering what the heck I'm doing all day.

I'm incubating offspring - or so I hope.

I'm currently still taking Endometrin - which are progesterone inserts - that I HATE. Eventually, they turn into a gloppy mess. It's disgusting. I also think they are irritating my cervix - which I heard could happen (but doesn't affect the uterus). I'm also still taking 2 small pills of Estrace (Estrogen) every day as well. It's like a bitchy cocktail.

By this time tomorrow, we will know. And then it will continue to be one day at a time.

Baby Pictures

There they are. Two Grade AA blastocysts. Top notch. What can I say - we sure know how to make 'em. Now if we can just focus on keeping them.

24 eggs retrieved, 18 fertilized normally.

At day 5 transfer, we still had 18. 2 were transferred. Three days later we had 2 that were good enough to be frozen. This is pretty low, I think, considering how many we started with - but I'm hoping that we won't even need them. (Hoping while my feet stay completely grounded).

Just trying not to read too much into anything these days - letting the 2ww drift on by.

A little info on the image: the blastocyst had not yet hatched when this picture was taken. They typically hatch on day 5, which means that it should have done that after the transfer while safe and sound inside of the uterus. The big bunch of cells in the middle of each is the inner cell mass - or what becomes the fetus. The edges (the inside bumpy part) is what becomes the placenta).

G said that when these blastocysts are graduating high school, this is the baby picture we will put in the back of the yearbook. Instead of the cute chubby-cheeked picture that everyone else has.

One step at a time.