More devastating news and I’m left wondering if there’s such thing as good news in infertility. It appears other people get it but it just doesn’t seem to happen to us. Out of our two embryos one is currently a 4 cell embryo, and the other is only a two cell (they should both be at least eight). Neither of them look great. We’re still going ahead with the transfer but chances of it actually working are pretty slim. No harm in trying though eh.
Into the clinic we head and after a last minute briefing from the embryologist I’m back in theatre for the transfer. Our doc shows us a photo of the embryo we’re transferring pointing out the cells, and noting the large amount of fragmentation that it also has. This is not a good sign, fragmentation is basically the embryo trying to throw out the trash…..all those little bubbly looking things around the edge, that’s the garbage, and too much of it makes for a rubbish dump not a good embryo. Nevertheless, embie’s on its way to me.
The procedure is much like a smear test with an ultrasound via my belly at the same time. Not at all comfortable when you’ve been instructed to drink at least 750ml of water an hour before the procedure! At least I got to watch it this time….or should I say watch it and remember it! I could see the little catheter going in and a little pift as the embryo was squirted out of it and into me. A quick check by the lab to confirm it’s no longer in the pipe and we’re good to go. The doc wasn’t so reassuring (basically “don’t get your hopes up”) but at least he’s being honest. I’d much rather that and feel realistic for the next 10 days than build up my hopes only to have my dreams crushed once again.
We’re sent home with some progesterone pessaries (these actually turn out to be the worst part of IVF) and the “two week wait” begins.