Monday, February 2, 2009

I Hate This Time...

I really do hate the period of time between the retrieval of the eggs and the transfer of the embryos back into my cooter. Most women hate the 2WW as it is referred to in the infertility world...the two week wait in other words. But I view that 2WW is part of a longer wait, as someone who has had 2 miscarriages it's part of the longer nine month wait, which will be coupled with the interminable wait until the baby smiles, makes eye-contact, giggles, sits-up, stands, crawls, walks, talks, reads, makes jokes, dates, goes to college, etc. I dislike this 3-5 day period where some combination of my genetic materials and Chris' genetic materials are sitting in a dish somewhere across town slowly percolating...with some (in many cases most) not making it out the other end.

Now I've done better on this cycle, by some significant milestones, than I have on other cycles, so I'm hopeful. But the last time I had a little petrie dish full of happy little embryos floating about there were 9 of them on day 3 that looked awesome and by day 5 there was one. And it was pretty shitty.

Now this doctor seems to think that his lab is AWESOME and there won't be such a steep decline, but I wonder whether the lab is truly the bestest place in the universe(TM) or whether this is a case of a father thinking his children are the prettiest.

But I digress.

I don't mind as much once the embryo(s) are in me. I have some control. Nothing's going to happen if the wrong person sneezes on a dish or something. And, truth be told, I can tell whether it's working pretty early. Once they're in it takes less than a week for me to know whether I'm pregnant (starting with the crying jag that I am not pregnant, generally the day before I start eating my body weight in Cheetos, my breasts grow to the size of small nation-states, and I start falling asleep in mid-sentence. This past spring I fell asleep on the dog. She was not amused) or not (see the entry from November 8).

We'll find out how many survived the death-march to becoming a blastocyst tomorrow.

No comments: