So I'm actually feeling far from being an expert in embryos right now. But if someone can name the tune/band that gave me my title*, I might consider nicknaming one of the embryos after you. One of the 4 embryos. All four eggs fertilized! I'm feeling very blessed and little overwhelmed right now. The nurse I spoke with didn't have any information on how those four are growing, so we have to wait until tomorrow's phone call for more details and instructions on when to come in for transfer. It will either be a 3-day-transfer on Wednesday, or a 5-day-blastocyst-transfer on Friday. A 5dt is more likely to result in pregnancy, because the embryos that make it that far are stronger, more developed, and more likely to implant. But not all the embryos will make it to day 5, so it raises all sorts of questions for us about what is most respectful to these little potential babies that are growing in petri dishes... This may all be a moot point, because I don't know if we have any say in when we do the transfer. We'll know more tomorrow. I am honestly shocked that all four fertilized. I know that God is sovereign over this, and I am praying that He will cause just the right number to grow and be ready for transfer. If all four keep growing, we'll be faced with some tough decisions about whether to push to transfer all four (yikes!) or to allow a couple to be frozen. We really don't want to freeze any, so we're hoping it doesn't come to that. But does that mean that I am asking God to stop some of these embryos from growing? I don't know, it's all so mind-boggling. Four. Four! FOUR! Lord, have mercy.
*enter your guesses in the comments