Five days ago I went to the clinic for blastocyst transfer. The doctor shared that there were 2 eggs that had reached that point. One of them was of very high quality and the doctor recommended against transferring both. I accepted his recommendation.
Since my husband couldn’t come on this trip with me, my mother was there. On the one hand, it’s great to have a mom nearby when going through this process. On the other hand, her attitude of assuming that only a positive result can be obtained from this process, rather than give me hope, fills me with dread. A dread of disappointing her if things don’t work as she expects. I have always preferred to keep my hopes up realistically, especially after what we have experienced so far, than to hit my face against a wall every time things don’t work. I miss my husband and the privacy of just having him with me and not having to share any details that we don’t want to. But this is what we got.
On day 5, I’m feeling down because I haven’t had any spotting that might indicate implantation. However, it’s possible not to spot so I keep hoping while I wait for 9 more long days before the pregnancy test.
A Stork's Journey 