I don't know how I didn't have an anxiety attack. I was worried about my blasts not making it. Kept telling them to keep fighting because I was coming to get them. They did. :)
Had to get up at 4:30 am, left at 5:15 am. I was so tired. We got there a little before 8am, took my Valium, then went up to the clinic. Sat there forever! Wondering the whole time how my blasts were doing. Finally got back and ready, then the nurse tells me that their is an ER before me and it will be about a half hour. Great. Hoping my blasts hang in there and that my valium doesn't wear off. Few minutes later, one of the embryologists comes in and tells me that the blasts are doing great. They were very happy with them. He gives me a picture and tells me that they look even better today. They end up a grade A and B. That is awesome.
Few minutes later, the RE comes in. Tells me how he does things a little different than my regular RE. Alls good. Said the blasts look really good. Then says it will be another half hour. Oooookay.
Findally, a little after 10, we go back. He kills me with the speculum. Twice. Finally gets it right and the blasts are back home where they belong.
Fell asleep on the way home, quite shocked because I NEVER do that. Slept for about 2/3 hours when I got home. The wait begins!
