The Dr. called. “I’m not calling with good news, I’m sorry.” I was surprised it wasn’t one of the many nurses that called. But I was glad to hear directly from my Dr. She said to stop meds, have a few drinks, a good cry, a manicure, and then get ready to go again. I think I will.
I asked if we could do the FET this next cycle, but she said they need to submit to insurance to do the next cycle. So she was calling in a BC scrip for me to start on CD2. We set up a follow-up appointment for June 13th. I’m guessing I’ll be on the BC for 3ish weeks, and then start a medicated FET cycle. She’s very positive about the quality of the 4 embabies we have on ice. She said that on transfer day, they transferred the best graded one, but the others had caught up to that quality by the time they were frozen.
I called DH at work to tell him. He confessed that he hadn’t thought this one was going to work. I had told him how some clinics see a better success rate with frozen, and in theory, it might be because your body has a chance to go back to normal. That made sense to him, so he just thought that’s how it would go. He always says because we’ve had to try so much, our kids are going to be that much greater (than they would’ve been if it was easy I guess…). Today he said it’s ok this one didn’t work because that embryo was a total brat, he could tell. Which I suppose some people (the ones that feel strongly that an embryo is their baby) might find cold, and maybe even offensive. But it made me laugh, and that’s exactly what I needed right then.