It's a Blast!

Ladies, thank you so much for all your well wishing and other comments.  I carried all your support with me this morning, and I'm so exited to announce that I am officially PUPO!!! (pregnant until proven otherwise) with 1 beautiful, little blastocyst, OHSS and all, and I have 9 more embabies being grown out a bit more before freezing!

How can there be 9, you might ask, when we only had 9 to begin with?  Well, I actually don't know, but apparently someone reported to us wrong the first time, or another egg fertilized or something, cause we had 10 embies still growing as of this morning.  When I heard the news and held a photo of our two best, most far along blasts, I almost started crying right there with my legs in the stirrups and all.  I feel so blessed, even now tears are coming into my eyes writing about it. 

Okay, now that I got that out, let me back up a minute and try to explain the morning - though I warn you I'm a bit drugged at the moment on my first ever Vicodin, so it might not be pretty.

After a rough night of OHSS pain, and not too much sleep, I was feeling a bit hopeless this morning about the transfer, but still excited to hear news of our embryos.  I put on my best smile, packed up my 32 oz of Vitamin Water, iPod with several newer Wait Wait Don't Tell Me episodes and my Circle and Bloom meditation, and we were off...at least till I realized I'd forgotten to insert the Prometrium and lay with my feet up for 30 minutes....crap...DH raced the car back to the house, I ran (well, more like toddled, cradling my swollen mid-section) upstairs to push the nasty thing in, and once again we were off.

The ride was pretty lousy, with each bump and pot-hole making me want to die, but we arrived pretty close to on time and with the acupuncturist already there and set up.  Sitting up, I started to feel quite a bit better, and first glimmers of hope appeared on the horizon.

They brought me in for a quick ultrasound to inspect the OHSS situation and found definite fluid hanging out but pretty good looking ovaries.  Dr. Fox said it was mild enough to consider moving forward, but he warned me it will probably get worse with a BFP, and asked me what I wanted to do.  I could barely contain my excitement and practically screamed, "Let's do it!"

The acupuncturist was lovely, though I think that it was the shortest session of my life.  I barely had time to listen to the first half of meditation before she was pulling them out and they were hustling me into the procedure room.

*As a side note, does anyone else thing it was poor thinking on Circle and Bloom's part to feature the whole "warm water tub" visualization on the transfer day session - you know, when you are lying there with a full to bursting bladder?

This was around the time they told us about our embryos, and I can't tell you the shock and happiness that came over me (I've literally been glowing ever since).  Dr. Fox showed us a pic of our two best looking blasts (apparently, many of the rest were still in the morula stage), we picked the one on the left, and the rest is history...

I don't know if we will be freezing all the rest tomorrow or only some, or the grades of anything outside of the fact that today's blast looked great, and actually I think I prefer not knowing.  I'm just so happy right now, and I want that feeling to last as long as possible.