Just a quick update, peeps. TWO (count 'em) embryos "transferred" today. (If the scientists - or anyone else - want to know, they were three and four grade blastocysts, i.e. have differentiated cells for placenta and foetus - apologies to anyone that didn't want to know that, and finds the whole thing yucky beyond belief.)
I was extremely thrown by the fact that there were two, and now am panicking about twins almost as much as worrying about it not working at all. They weren't as advanced as they could have been (stage 5) so that was perhaps why they did two, but I'm hoping it's no reflection on their quality (as the clinic said they were very good quality) but just my ancient age. I am also feeling a bit stupid as I must have signed something at some point saying 'one OR two - at the discretion of the embryologist', (and do vaguely remember this) but obviously didn't register that it might actually be two as they'd shoved the Single Embryo Transfer policy down my throat so much. (That will teach me to read the small print... gulp.)
Anyway, we'll cross that bridge if we come to it, and DH seems amazingly sanguine about the prospect of twins (probably on the grounds that it's not his body being utterly wrecked, and he can go to work/ on business trips to get away from them...) - but better than the alternative.
Right am going to attempt to talk about other things, tra la la la la, nothing at all happening (or failing to happen) in the next two weeks, no sirree. Etc.
Really really hope things are ok for YTD (and lq for that matter). You have gone awfully quiet. We're all behind you, whatever's going on, and would love to hear from you if and when that feels appropriate/helpful. Hope I haven't been tactless in any way going on about all this stuff.
Hope everyone else is ok - well done on the report, hp and the exemplary cycle! Hope things are back to normal on the house front, confused and with DH (if they ever weren't). I've had a few ups and downs with my dear H over the last few days, perhaps unsurprisingly, but he's creeping back into the good books (or at least out of the doghouse!).