Our embryologist just called. Her name is Jane. She passed on the news that we have no embryos to freeze. The little guys did make it to pre-blastocyst, but didn’t move past that mark. Not going to lie. This isn’t the best news. In the millisecond after she told us the news, my mind went to thoughts of — well, then all of the embryos are probably bad; this isn’t going to work; I passed up some really good wine last night! But then Jane said the best thing ever: “Clearly we chose the right two to put back in. Good work!”
Thank GOD for good, compassionate women in medicine. I don’t mean to say that my male doctor hasn’t been awesome or that all woman are super fabulous, but at this moment, Jane and her female intuition lifted my spirits like nothing else could. And she’s right, the two best, the two survivors are on the inside now doing their thing.
In other news, I’ve watched so much HGTV and TLC I am ready to renovate our house, buy a wedding dress, look for a new house overseas, help out a friend with a hoarding disorder, redesign a bathroom, add some curb appeal to our yard, become a Cake Boss, and bring a little Disney to my backyard. Whoa. What I wouldn’t give for an old fashioned Lifetime movie about a scorned woman who fell in love with her 14-year-old paper boy and is now pregnant with triplets. The good old days of bad TV.