OMG

I felt like throwing up from the anxiety of it all. For crying out loud- WHO makes a girl wait that long to find out how her embies are doing???

I ended up calling at 4:30 pm- but guess what? The office was already closed for the day. So the person on the phone took a message for the on-call nurse to call me back. My favorite nurse, Sue, called me back and said she had already talked to the embryologist- who had given the information to Dr. S earlier and thought he was going to call. Sue suggested I call Dr. S on his cell phone. (Meanwhile I'm flipping out that it is bad news and that's why she just can't tell me it is fine and they are not all gone). Sue asked me how I was feeling and chit chatted for a little bit(while I was like: let me get off the phone and call Dr. S!!!). I finally called him, and he said the best thing I heard all day:

ALL 6 are still doing fine.

3-4 of them are at the compacting morula stage, which he said was good (that is where they should be on day 4 and this was day 3). He apologized for being so busy this morning he didn't call (!) and then talked a little bit about the transfer.

So although my stomach still feels like a blimp and it hurts to take a step- it suddenly feels worth it again to be going through this much pain. Whew. Just simply whew.