It was Friday, May 27th - three days past our five-day transfer. Early in the morning, I got a call from cryogenics lab. On day of transfer, we were told that we had 4 embryos that had quit growing. There were 2 that had made it to blastocyst stage that we used in the transfer. There was one that was "iffy" that had made it to the late morula stage. They were going to let it grow to see if it made it to blastocyst stage. The woman from the lab called to say it had made it to a Grade 1 blast, so we have one frozen embryo! YAY! I didn't think we were going to have any left and we'd have to start this process all over again if we wanted to try again. That was a nice surprise!
I did a home pregnancy test today and it was negative. I know that it's really too early to get an accurate result, but I sort of did it just to see if the trigger shot was out of my system so any future tests would be valid. Looks like it's all out and tests in the future would be valid.
I got so irritable today that I picked a fight with Hubby. He went to work for the afternoon and I took a 2 hour nap. Unfortunately, it didn't make me much nicer. I mentioned in my last post that some friends brought over a casserole for me to make. I put that in the oven for dinner for us that night. It wasn't a peace offering, but it was as close as I was going to get that day. I just wasn't nice and I don't even know why.
I had quit having the constant dull pain in the middle of my abdomen like I had yesterday. Today, around noon, I began feeling like I was getting ready to have my period - all bloated and feeling full in the uterus. It was a different feeling than yesterday altogether. I hoped this was not a bad sign of an impending disappointment.
Hubby hit a blood vessel and I bled heavily from my 11pm Progesterone shot tonight. I suppose that's what I deserve for being such a you-know-what to him today.