And the number is………Drum roll please……

…8! Eight embry-babies fertilized. That is a huge sigh of relief. With the ratio of eggs to how many fertilized that is a great number. We are very encouraged by that number. Now we are just praying they GROW GROW GROW!  It is the most odd feeling in the world to know that doctors took my eggs and my husband’s goods and put them together in a Petrie dish. We were praying they would “play nice” and “get along” and then “get IT on” to make babies without us interfering at all. We were not a part of that process. That is so incredibly odd. Nothing normal or natural about this process. Just waiting. And praying. Miles and I found great comfort in knowing that he and I got along so well so our “stuff” should too. Oh. My. Goodness! This is such an odd thing. We are hoping our stuffs are getting along fabulously and making babies in a plastic dish. I mean our future children are being created right now…all of them. Isn’t that crazy?

The transfer date has been scheduled as well for the weekend. Either Friday (Day 3) or Sunday (Day 5).

I need the cheerleaders at this point. So please keep dreaming with me…