Yesterday was Transfer Day and it didn’t go how I had planned. I had 3 frozen blastocysts with a plan of thawing 1. My plan was to put back just 1 embryo this cycle and next cycle put back the remaining 2. I didn’t want to be left with the scenario of just 1 frozen embryo for a cycle, in case there was a problem with it come transfer day.
I had a call first thing from the Embryologist to say they had thawed an embryo the day before, which had survived the process but had not developed overnight so they asked if they could thaw another embryo. I said yes. I’m a logical and strategic thinker so I was disappointed as that meant I only had 1 embryo in storage. That had never been part of my plan, I needed a new plan, I need to be in control of just a small part of trying to have my beautiful baby.
The embryologist called a couple of hours later to say the 2nd embryo had not survived the thaw. They wanted to thaw my last one. I was so upset. 2 out of 3 embryos were no good, so what if the last one wasn’t good either?!
I had another call, she immediately said she had good news. The last one was looking very good. And the first had developed further so they were going to transfer 2 good quality embryos. The tears I’d had earlier didn’t stop on hearing this news, I was emotional all day.
So now I’m in the TWW and overanalysing everything that could be a possible positive sign. And thinking of the real possibility that I could have twins. I stood in the spare room last night and thought ‘how on earth could I fit two cots in here!’. Hopefully some humour and positive thinking will help in my baby journey.