Today’s report came in at 9:30 a.m. Thank gawd because I don’t think my bum could take another round of anxiety shits.
As of today, we have three blastocysts going to the deep freeze. One rated 3AA and two at 2AA.
There are 3 more embryos that they expect will reach the blastocyst stage tomorrow. There are 6 more embryos that are at morula stage and have a chance of reaching blastocyst by tomorrow. There are 7 that are just not making it.
A little story: My brother and I are really close. He is my best friend and I just can’t imagine life without him. As kids, Hermano* was a champion dawdler. He was always the last one to get his shoes on when we were leaving for school. No one really understands why, but it was such a production and took so long. Once we got all the way to our high school, which was a solid 30 minute drive with traffic, and he looked at his feet and exclaimed “I forgot my shoes!”
Despite these tendencies, Hermano has always shocked us with his academic and artistic prowess. He is brilliant and able to recite long chunks of lectures having taken zero notes. His artistic abilities and sensitivity to the world around him blow everyone away.
While we were visiting Hermano and his fiancé in New York, we were all standing at the front door, sweating in coats, hats and gloves while Hermano put his shoes on. I looked at his lovely fiancé and started laughing, “He has ALWAYS been this way! A life-long dawdler.”
Dawdling aside, my brother is one of the best humans I know. Kind, creative, feisty and intensely passionate, I would be overjoyed to parent a child just like him. Even if it meant a lifetime of waiting for someone to put on their shoes.
I sincerely hope that these dawdling embryos are full of Hermano genes and that they will burst forth at the last-minute with something grand.