1:05-- Okay, it's a full hour past "late morning," which is when I was supposed to hear something from the embryologist, and I'm quietly freaking out. Of course, now it's lunch time, so I won't hear anything for at least an hour. Think I'll do some yoga breathing.
2:27-- At what point am I not a crazy, annoying patient for calling them before they call me?
3:20-- Finally caved and called. The guy who was supposed to call me this morning, just didn't! Then he left early. So it's a good thing I called. (Arg. Double arg. Arg.) Anyway. A very nice woman told me that of the five eggs retrieved, four were mature, and three of those fertilized. The fourth is still in a dish with some sperm, so maybe something will happen there? Dunno how that works. They're going to check it again tomorrow. They won't look at the other embryos again until Wednesday morning. She thinks I'm going to be doing a Wednesday transfer, but she's going to check and call me back.
So... three. Better than two, worse than four.
3:35-- Yep. Transfer Wednesday. Late morning-ish.
And... my wonderful yoga instructor is planning a meditation that evening specifically focused on what's goin' on with me, so although I'm supposed to be on something close to bed rest for the rest of that day, I'll be rebelling and heading a few blocks up the street to meditate and think positive thoughts.
In other news, I finished my Canuck's-themed baby blanket for my friends and fellow Canucks fans' new baby boy: