Blastocyst Blues

I was feeling a little blue yesterday.  I think I thought that after the transfer I would just KNOW that it worked.  Instead, I started getting really nervous that it wouldn't work. 

Part of my anxiety stemmed from the fact that of the 10 fertilized eggs we managed to have on transfer day, only two made it to the blastocyst stage.  I don't know why I thought when we showed up the Dr. was going to say, "wowza!  We've never had a patient with ten perfect blastocysts.  When this is done, I'd like to study what it is that makes your eggs so incredibly awesome."  I mean really, was that too much to hope for?

Instead, only two made it to the blastocyst stage, and neither was "perfect."  In our Dr.'s office, they rate them B1, B2, or B3, with B1 being the best.  We had a B2 and a B3.  So we picked little old B2.  (I have his/her picture sitting next to me right now.)  B3 is going to be iced for later use.

So I spent the day fretting about my underdog blastocyst.

This morning the embryologist called and said one more of our little guys managed to make it to B3, so we're going to freeze that one as well.  I took the chance to ask her the questions I wished I'd asked yesterday, but that my vicodin addled brain must've forgotten.  (Oh, and because my husband put the kibosh on questioning the doctor.  Literally when my legs were in the holster and they were ready to launch B2, I asked what my infertility would be classified as for reporting purposes (see http://www.sart.org/find_frm.html) and my husband was like, "no more questions."  We'll get that one answered later.)

So I asked the embryologist how common it is to have a B1 and she said pretty unusual.  So I'd been thinking B2 was a failure when really s/he is pretty darn good. 

You go little B2!