Jumping out of my skin

I am so nervous today.

Dreams all night that we got no blastocysts. That we got two blastocysts. That they lost the blastocysts. Keep replaying what the embryologist said yesterday in my mind...trying to find more information in the words, like they are some sort of ancient rune or something.

She said yesterday there were two early blasts, but too early to grade or biopsy and that there were a few more even earlier stage (grade 1 and 2 or something, which I think means meansy, weensy, baby blasts?). And a couple of morulas in addition. Basically, she said we'll get between two and eight blastocysts (between TWO and EIGHT? That's um, a big range!). "But really, you won't get eight." Akkk! Then why even mention the number eight?

Meanwhile, have been willing the New York Six to stay alive through the thaw and keep on growing. Will find out how many of them remain today as well.

It's only 7:30AM in Denver, so no news yet...

I have a patient coming in momentarily and then will be attending (but probably not listening attentively to) psychology grand rounds at the hospital.

After that, you can just betcha I'll be calling the embryology lab, if I haven't received a message from them yet.

If only sheer will could make embryos divide fast and properly, you know?

More to come.

Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.Tick.Tock.

Mo