We went in this morning for the embryo transfer. We picked embryo #1. It was slighly further along in development than the other good embryo, so we're hoping that means it will have a sightly better chance of making it.
It's the boy. All sorts of feelings about that. Good ones, hard ones.
But that embryo unfroze well and looked good, and that's what is important.
So I filled my bladder. I took the valium they gave me. And in the embryo went.
I started to cry when we saw the fluid with that little microscopic boy wush in on the ultrasound.
"Does it hurt?" my husband asked.
It didn't hurt. Physically. It was just so overwhelming. So much leading up to that moment. So much at stake.
And now we wait. I take more shots. I rest. And I wait. And hope. And wait. And hope.