Today I went to the clinic and they did the deed. The operation went smoothly. They had me look this way and that way, first at the embryo being sucked up and then at the ultrasound of it being transferred in.
After a lot of discussion, my husband and I have decided that we will try our luck at a different clinic after this. We have to go back here for transfers of the other embryos, but we will try our luck elsewhere for new embryos.
My husband was also disappointed at their fourth missed attempt to get the egg last Tuesday morning.
On the bright side, the new clinic will require we travel by train. The parking thing won’t be an issue anymore.
I know there is a chance, but this was our lowest quality embryo. It is also our oldest.
There is a small possibility that the egg I ovulated naturally could also “miraculously” implant. I hope we don’t end up in that nightmare scenario of two embryos taking. For those who have followed me a long time, you might remember that taking twins to term would be incredibly dangerous to me.
We decided the odds were so low that we would risk it. The embryo was transferred. Here’s hoping ONE takes. Just ONE.