The Lab stood me up for our morning chat. I held off as long as I could, but finally left for work at 9. Maybe they decided to only call once, after the PGD results came in. I slept well last night (as did Fletcher... we had to wake him up for his 8:30 vision therapy appointment, which never happens). Now, however, I am super nervous and anxious, as is apparently my mom and Angie (with good reason), as I have already gotten calls from them this morning, well, twice from Angie.
I guess I will call the clinic if I haven't heard from them in about an hour. I would love to be an optimist and just head on down there for the 11:15 transfer assuming there will be one, even if I never hear affirmatively that we have viable blastocysts, but I'm just not that person anymore.
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Wow--I was out of town for a few days and in a small way, reading the posts since Thursday feels kind of like the old days of catching up on my favorite soap, As the World Turns. (I know you used to watch it, too, Erin, so I hope you don't mind such a silly comparison.)
And now we don't even know if there any genetically OK (in layman's terms) embryos to implant today. What a cliffhanger! I'm waiting with bated breath for your next post, and will say a quick prayer for you all!
Having not seen the blog since pre-Ike...wow, what a lot has happened. I want this so much for you and Trevor and Fletcher and am so hopeful. Lots of love flowing your way.
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