We ended up with ...

Six strong blasts!

Wow.

I was so startled to hear these words - straight from Dr H's mouth - that I missed most of what he said afterward.

I was hoping - best-case scenario - that we'd have one or two ok ones for transfer.

Six exceeds my wildest expectations.

I cannot, cannot, cannot believe that after all of our shitty luck on this crap for years and years ... something actually went according to plan (so far...).

Doc verified my OHSS status. I do have fluid leaking into my torso: that is why it hurts to breathe, walk too fast, laugh, sneeze, etc. He said we were taking a risk by transferring in spite of the OHSS - since the symptoms will get worse if pregnancy occurs - but that he was willing to try it, if I was.

The embryologist did assisted hatching yesterday, but apparently it wasn't really needed, as all the embies were hatching independently. YEAH!!!

The transfer itself - of 2 - went smoothly. I had to piss like a racehorse, so DH kept humming in my ear a song he made up about Niagara Falls and bubbling brooks.(Thanks, honey.)

I got to keep the petri dish. I don't know what I'll do with it. I guess it'll make an interesting candy dish. I didn't get a picture, like I did last time. But I don't care.

Dr H said that our chance of a clinical pregnancy this round is 81%, and if it doesn't work, then a subsequent FET should (crossed fingers) do the trick. He said that our cycle was near-perfect - ah! I fear those words! let's not jinx it all! - and that in the 'IVF World,' we are both considered very fertile. (So I guess DH's sample turned out pretty good, after all! The extra strength vitamins and organic food and exercise did make a big difference.) The doctor also said that if we were living in a country that funded IVF (like Israel), he would just say to keep trying, and that we would eventually succeed.

Wow, wow, wow.

I'm embarrassed to say all this. I was even hesistant to write it all out here: feel like I'm going to jinx it.

And I feel guilty, thinking about everyone else I know in the blogosphere whose TTC plans have gone awry.

Another couple was in at the same time, and from what we gathered (there was only a cloth curtain separating us, otherwise I never would have listened in), all their embies arrested overnight, and they were left with nothing to transfer. That could have been us. That should have been us.

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Afterward, we walked to a tiny little creperie and had the most fantastic French crepes ever: brie with raspberry jam. Oh my goodness. DH stared lustfully at my crepe, but I did not allow him to have a bite! And I snagged a cream cheese-salmon-dill crepe, as well, for an afternoon snack!

The sun was dancing up and down in the bosom of the sky! ;)
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Finally, I went for acupuncture. Was too wound up to sleep: I just wanted to go yell my joy with DH!