After the ovary stimulating, then blocking, then triggering, then plucking, then watching, I have a single embryo to transfer.
One of the two was aneuploid (genetically abnormal) and so is no good to transfer (I wonder where they put the spent, faulty embryos? I am sure they have a routine).
One. Statistically a 30, maybe 40% chance of implanting.
I had a little cry after I heard about the biopsy results. Now mostly I just feel numb.
The hormone stuff wasn't so bad.
I got the bill - the cost minus the rebate is the figure above. We are lucky we can comfortably make that payment.
I can't get excited about this one little lump of cells. To put all my hope on it would seem unfair on it. The statistics are not that kind (they are not zero, but not great).
I am feeling a whole lotta "what the fuck" at the moment. I try not to extend the "wtf" into "it's so unfair" or anything like that. I feel the pain but don't think too hard.
I had a whole lotta PMS this week. Had a big ugly cry after seeing my friends newborn, but I regaled you with that story.
People say "stay positive" or "it only takes one" or even a weak "oh that's great, at least it's one", but it is not helpful sugar-coating things. It is not good to deny somebody their grief or anger.
I have a week more at work, then a week away, then a conference. Then the transfer.
Then, I don't know. We will see - maybe that $6600 clump of cells will be very badass and stick like a sticky thing.
Perhaps the hardest thing about the last couple of years has been the lack of certainty, having to think about multiple eventualities. I will try and make ourselves a nice Christmas, whatever happens. I am sick of dreading Christmas.