On Day 3, I anxiously awaited the news. Finally, at around 9:45 AM, I got the call. If you recall from my last post The State of the Embies, the embryos each are graded on a scale from 1 to 3, 1 being the best, 3 the worst. On day 3, they should, ideally, be 8 cells. Last time, I had two babies at this point, one with six cells and one with ten, both with a grade of 1.
I was ecstatic to hear that everyone was still growing and everyone was graded as a 1. Their sizes were widely varied; I have one with five cells, one with ten, and one with eight. I am hoping that everyone continues growing and multiplying to day 5 so I will be able to freeze all three. As you know, last time, no one made it to day 5, so I’m cautiously keeping the faith. It’s so weird because I feel like pieces of me (literally, I suppose) are outside of my body and I just love them so much and want them to keep growing.
I’ll get the call on Monday morning (technically day 6 – they can freeze on Sunday or Monday) with the news. I am hoping for the best, but can’t help but to remember the last time. I am sure most of you think I’m over exaggerating, but it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest when I got the call on day 5 (what was supposed to be transfer day) last time.
I’m trying to not feel like I’m passing the time until the next call, but that’s for the most part how I feel. I just want to know and the waiting hurts. So, probably 45 more hours until I get the call.