The Petri Bunch

All six of our embryos are sill doing great!  So, I wrote a little song for them (to the tune of the Brady Bunch theme):

Here’s the story, of a lovely lady

Whose tubes had closed up and gone bad

She couldn’t get knocked up, despite trying

And it made her sad

Here’s the story, of a man named Henry

Who wanted to be a dad one day

His swimmers swam their best, but with no luck

There had to be a way

And then one bright day this lady and this fellow

Went to a doctor with a hunch

That he could help them build their family

And that’s the way they all became the petri bunch!

The petri bunch

The petri bunch

That’s the waaaayy they becaaaame the petri bunch!

As you may have guessed, Henry and I have named our six maybe-babies after the Brady Bunch kids: Marsha, Jan, Cindy, Greg, Peter, and Bobby.

According to the report I got from the nurse today,  Marsha, Cindy, Greg and Peter are all absolutely perfect. (Marsha, Marsha, Marsha, amiright?). Bobby has 5% fragmentation (which the nurse assures me is still pretty good). And Jan has moderately even cells rather than perfectly even cells. (Oh, JAN!)

So I’ve got four perfect embryos, and two pretty good ones.  I’ll take it!

On the advice of my doctor, and another doctor in the practice, I’m going to go ahead with the transfer instead of having surgery.  The push for surgery has always come from me rather than my doctors, so I’ve decided to just give it up and trust them.  My doctor’s gut just tells him that my hydro isn’t causing a problem – he doesn’t really see it on the ultrasound, and he’s never seen any fluid in my uterus.  The other doctor I talked to, who is sort of crazy but I like him, put it more simply: “Oh, the tube is open? Then you don’t need the surgery. Don’t let anyone tell you that you need the surgery.”

So, a 5-day transfer of two blasts is on for this Sunday.  Let’s hope that St. Patrick’s Day brings this Irish girl luck!!!