So, there was debate about how many embryos we would transfer yesterday. I was told by the embryologist that if we had two good-looking blasts, it would be a hard sell to get Dr. Awesome RE to transfer more than two. If everything looked "average" he would probably be agreeable to it and transfer three to "up" our chances of a successful cycle.
We arrived at the fertility clinic and I was nervous that no transfer would be taking place. You know, the fear that sets in over hearing, "So sorry...there were no viable embryos this morning when we looked at them." DH kept saying, "Relax! This is the easy part." In the grand scheme of things, he is right, although none of this shit is easy, let's just be honest. Transfer is easier than retrieval and beats the hell out of an intramuscular progesterone shot, so I opted out of arguing the matter of IVF being difficult in general with the man.
We were escorted immediately back into a holding area and were told that Dr. Awesome RE was going to be in shortly to discuss the transfer and quality of the embryos and whatnot. Almost on cue, there he was. We were told that we had two good looking embryos to transfer. He spoke briefly about his recommendation of transferring only two. He assured us that quality was not an issue with our embabies. He then stated that he would be agreeable to three, but wanted us to know what we would possibly be getting ourselves into. He proceeded to talk about prematurity in multiples, possible time in the NICU, developmental delay, etc. Did he think that it would for sure happen if we transferred three? No. Was it his responsibility to warn us? Yes. He then left us alone with the embryologist to discuss any questions we had as we made our decision.
Me: Are the two ready for transfer blasts?
Deidra: Yes.
Me: How do they look? Be honest.
Deidra: They look really good.
Me: If we did three, is the third one a blast?
Deidra: You have a third blast, but I'm not liking it as much as a cavitating morula you have. It looks really good and would probably be the third. (Note: A morula is the stage before blastocyst. A "cavitating" morula is a half step closer to blastocyst.)
Me: Is it looking like we will have any left over to freeze if we only do two?
Deidra: At this point, I would say, don't count on it. (Note: The grading system at our fertility clinic is VERY strict. Especially when being graded for freezing.)
She then left us alone and DH and I had a private conversation that I won't divulge on my blog. I undressed from the waist down and covered back up on the bed. When Dr. Awesome RE came in to wheel me into the transfer room, he asked if we reached a decision. I said nothing, but held up my fingers:
