I'd given up on my clinic calling me by 2pm today. It is a Saturday afterall.
At 4:30pm, I got the call.
They have frozen three more blastocysts!
I now have a fist-full of embryos - five on ice.
That is three of the ICSI ones, and two normal IVFers.
This is good.
This is fantastic.
This, my pessimistic self tells me, means that if the next round doesn't work I can have another go without the pain of egg stimulation and prospect of OHSS.
However, my optimistic self tells me to stop being such a tit and what I actually have is child one ready to go in April and its younger sibling waiting to be defrosted at my convenience. (Which gives me the opportunity for plenty of future headfucks telling my kids they were conceived at the same time despite their age differences.)
Cool, huh? Well, cold, technically freezing. But still cool.