Embryo transfer on Tuesday went off without a hitch – apart from the fact that I think I unsettled the embryologist. No necessarily a good thing when they are the custodian of your embryos. The embryologist came in as usual and informed me that they had chosen a mature blastocyst that was just starting to hatch. I saw a lovely picture of it. I asked the embryologist if there were any more blastocysts suitable for transfer. I think I may have taken her by surprise.
She asked me if I understood the risks of having two blastocysts transferred and that the one they had chosen was top quality. I told her I understood the risks but I did not mind if I had a multiple birth. I told her that I was 40 and I didn’t care. I told her that every time I came to clinic I had promising blastocysts but by the next day there were never any left apart from the one that got transferred. I said I that given this, I thought it would be better in me! I wasn’t having a go at the clinic for saying this – it was more the fact that it has been so disappointing not to have any more embryos left.
She said that there were a couple of early blastocysts but that they would have to go back and reassess which one would be suitable for transfer. I mentioned that I had filled out the relevent paperwork that outlined that we preferred to have the option if having one or two transferred. I wasn’t sure of the protocol but had wondered when they were going to check with me if I wanted one or two transferred. The end result was that the clinic ended up transferring two. The whole experience was a little more relaxing than normal – for a start there was soft music playing in the background and for some reason I felt more relaxed than I had in ages. Maybe it was the acupuncture I had? Maybe it was the fact that I am no longer working for same manager who I used to work for (talk about stress me out).
After the transfer the embryologist reappeared with the paperwork in hand to ensure I had given consent for two. After looking at the paperwork she realised that we had already nominated this on the form so from her end everything was OK. I had suspected that I had unsettled her but that fact that she reappeared with paperwork confirmed it. Believe it or not, after my discussion with her I had to wait for 2 days to find out how many embryos survived to day 5. I had been expecting that we would get the same results as usual – no embryos left for freezing but I was pleasantly surprised. We actually had three surviving blastocysts so now have them on ice! How exciting! Could it be that extra care was given to my little embies after my discussion. Probably not – but it still makes me wonder. Doesn’t matter – I have spares. This is the best news – no more drugs for a little while. So it is now the third day since my transfer and I am in the dreaded two week wait. Back to breast groping again.