The waiting game

Even though I am not expecting to have those embryos back in my tummy, I felt the anxiety that goes with the IVF process. How many of the six eggs got fertilized? How many of those embryos will make through? You better buckle up; it is an amazing roller coaster ride!

I take this as a privilege as most donor-eggs are unknown to receiver, so I am not too sure whether the same donors fell the same, as once the eggs are collected, they no longer belongs to donor; they belong to the recipient.

Day after collection I texted Abby asking what time was she meant to call the embryologist, the reply was within one hour. It was the longest hour of my life, the unbearable curiosity, the hopeless hope, the gruesome fear...

Now it will become clear why I said only six eggs previously. Out of those six, only four were fertilized.  The chances of Abby having a Day5 transfer are pretty dim.

I was in a very foul mood all day Saturday. I think my body misses the hormones or is trying to make a living again without them.  On Sunday the mood swings eased a bit and again, the waiting for that midday phone call was painful.  I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't help it.

Abby called early in the afternoon, saying that 2 embryos looked ok, and the other 2 did not look that good. She is to go back to Clinic on Monday to receive one the best looking out of those two embryos that looked ok.

She is there as I type this. Can’t imagine how excited she must be. It is a “funny” way to conceive a child, but well worth it.

I had a long conversation with my dad yesterday, he wasn't sure of this in the beginning, but now he is totally convinced and optimist about a positive pregnancy test in two weeks time. I have strong feeling that it will work.

I am going up in the roller coaster ride; praying that there will be no sudden fall, just one amazing “o” loop, where I can lift my hands up in the air and scream with joy!

This ride isn't over, not yet!