But the timing…. Sunday AM I will be 6dp6dt (Right? If the transfer was Monday?)  Just early enough to still get a false negative…A negative that I will be miserable about for the rest of the day, but will still have to attend two Father’s Day celebrations for the Dads. 

Anyway, doctor comes in (for the third time – the first time, he actually started reading a chart that made no sense to me: wrong number of eggs, wrong number fertilized, when we both realized he had walked into the wrong room and I was not who he thought I was.  He was thoroughly embarrassed, left immediately, and stuck his head back in the room a few seconds later to assure us that everything was okay, back in the lab.  We laughed nervously.)  Anyway, when he did finally come back in, he started talking about a Day 5 transfer and given my age (28), blah, blah, blah, we could home and I could PEE!

So, on the morning of Day 5 they called (which was better than going all the way to Rockville again) and said that they wanted to wait until Day 6 since they were not quite yet blastocysts.  This was a bit upsetting, especially since we had the whole day laid out nicely (hubby could play the first half of his soccer game, acupuncture appointments in place, etc.).  But, we adapted rather well.  I went grocery shopping, did the church thing, took my parents to lunch as a distraction, got the house ready for my bedrest.

Today at the transfer, they tried to assure us that the difference between Day 5 and Day 6 was ‘negligible’ but I can Google—I know better.  There is basically one study comparing the two and the rates for Day 6 were abysmal, in my opinion.  An 11% chance compared to 38%.  Not negligible to me.  AND we know our friends at the same clinic were urged to only put back one AND there is even a little sign in all the offices with their ‘single’ embryo transfer policy.  There were four criteria and we fit every single one.  And yet they recommended transferring two.  Hmmmmm.  SO we kept pressing for an answer.  The doctor said ‘I don’t want to imply in any way that there is something wrong with your embryos,’ and ‘if you had hit the mark exactly on Day 5 we would be telling you to transfer one.’ So basically he was talking in circles.  Does he not know this is maddening???  That we infertiles hang on their every word?

AH well.  Am now resting comfortably.  Not sure I buy this whole bed rest thing.  It is not normal and people get preggers all the time without laying supine for a day and a half but the paranoia wins and here I am blogging from the couch. 

PS – One blast was fully hatched and the other was partially hatched when they put them in there.  Anyone know anything about this?

So, I decided I am writing this blog for two (probably three) reasons.

1) For me.  Just to have a place to write all these thoughts.

2) The slim possibility this might give someone else needed information, hope, or comfort. 

3) To procrastinate.  I have vowed to write my master's thesis this summer so by creating this blog, I am sure to waste dozens of hours blogging when I should be writing.

So that's it for now.  My first entry.  I will start writing about our journey tomorrow.