There are now 11 surviving embryos. Of these, 8 look good and 3 don’t look so good. If we get 8 blastocysts tomorrow that would be fantastic but maybe it’s a touch unrealistic.
Today is the first day since egg collection that I feel remotely normal. My tummy is still a bit bloated but the pain has gone. I can walk normally instead of being bent over like an old woman.
In any case, I am booked into admission at the clinic for 7.45am. Bugger – no sleep in. The big transfer happens at 8.30am and then I am off to work. Lucky work is only 15 minutes away from the clinic so I reckon I will only be half an hour late.
I’ve told my manager and she has been pretty good about it, even offering for me to work from home if I want to. I am not sure if it will help, I work in an office so nothing I do at work is ever strenuous on my body (maybe my mind but that is another story).
It is hard to know what to do. Believe it or not, there is a meeting at work I want to go to. Besides, I’ve tried taking time off to rest and I have also tried working after a transfer. Neither options have worked. I guess there is no right or wrong thing to do. I think it can happen either way – just depends on the quality of the embryo.
A lady at work got pregnant at 43 on IVF and she had her transfer when she was in the middle of some high level negotiations with a leading retailer. So it just goes to show that it doesn’t necessarily matter.
Anyway, the woman in question has now gone on maternity leave and I arrived at work today to find out that she had a little baby boy. I am very happy for her.