Made it back to London in one piece with husband carrying ALL the luggage (including 4 bottle of Rioja, a large bottle of olive oil and assorted Spanish knickknacks). Well I am PUPO after all. I must take it easy. In fact, I don’t think I should even make a cup of tea. Better if he does that for me for the next 10 days or so.
Arrived home to an email from the Madrid clinic. 4 of the slow little blighters sped up over the last 24 hours and we now have 4 blastocysts in the freezer. Grading 4AB, 4BB, 5BB and 5BB. So, it’s not quite as bad as I first thought. I probably didn’t need to have a tantrum yesterday. Oh well.
Anyway it’s good to know we have a back up plan if this cycle fails. I almost wish we didn’t know the ‘grading’ – the numbers are annoying me. A quick Google search revealed women who got pregnant from all sorts of embryos including non-blastocysts, never mind 4AB, 5AB, 5BB and all that carry on. The numbers are twisting my melon, man.
Well – back to normality (ie, obsessive ‘symptom’ googling) for the next couple of weeks. Nice to be back in London with our little plastic Christmas tree and mince pie supply. Thanks for all the support so far ladies xx