Two made the grade yesterday at 7 am or so; one more joined them at 10:30 am, so that's three frozen on day 5. An additional six joined on Day 6.
Day 6 have been sometimes found to be less likely to implant than are day 5; a 2001 study found a 50% reduction (from 60% to 30%) -- but a much larger 2006 study found almost no difference (32% vs 28%). The fact that the 2001 5-day blast group had a pregnancy rate of 60% makes me think that their population must have been a bit unusual, anyway -- I don't know of anywhere that can claim a 60% pregnancy rate, unless all their participants were 20!
Anyway, even the worst represents a good solid pregnancy rate, and did I mention six of them fomg.
And -- I might need them. I freaked myself out yesterday by reading a lot about Asherman's Syndrome, and it sucks. Makes it harder to get pregnant, and makes miscarriage a lot more likely; one source reports a miscarriage rate of 45%. Just what I need, huh? But it's also easy to find stories of women with Asherman's who have three or four miscarriages and then a live birth. If I have the balls to keep rolling the dice, there's a decent chance I'll eventually win.
Basically, if I go ahead here, I have to be prepared that it may take a few false starts. I have to figure out how to not go completely mental the way I did with the other two miscarriages. I have to figure out how to stay sane. I probably have to stay out of the forums where people assume that a positive pregnancy test means a baby.
This all sounds grim, and I was pretty damn down last night when I thought I had two embryos, or just one try. But now that I have 9, which could well be four tries, I'm feeling much more hopeful.
I think I am tough enough for this. I think I can do this. It helps to know that I can stop any time. Her Indoors is more than okay with keeping our family the way it is -- frankly, she's indulging me on this endeavor. There will be zero pressure on me to keep going. If it's too much, I can pause or walk away. It's not like my family sucks the way it is, you know? Yes, the wordless longing of my heart is for one more. Yes, I feel like there's still someone missing. But really, I could be wrong. I've been wrong before. Maybe our family's the way it's supposed to be. I have to try, though.
For the historical record, our family roster now consists of:
Hatching blasts:
2 - AA Good
2 - BB Fair
Expanding blasts:
2 - AA Good
2 - AB Fair
1 - BB Fair
FWIW, I'm not particularly hung up on embryo quality. Have I mentioned that a little 2BB blastocyst (different rating system, but prob equivalent to the BB Fair) turned into our entirely acceptable son? And I have seen many perfect embryos come to naught. Anecdotal, yeah, but it's anecdotes that make up my story, so.
In conclusion, beautiful, beautiful nine!
