Well, there was a transfer this afternoon-yay!
The downside (if there is one, I suppose), out of the 5 embryos tested, only one was normal.
Dr. Pipsqueak did the transfer today, which was a first for us throughout this journey-out of all the retrievals and transfers we've had, she's yet to do one. Even though there was only one, she seemed to be very excited about it-she said that it was a really good one and she was pleased at how it looked, and, more importantly, it was genetically healthy.
So.....we transferred a lovely morula. It looked like it was starting to compact a little, so it's hopefully well on its way to being a blast. Dr. P and the embryology staff told me in the OR that they all said a prayer to make sure that it was a good outcome, and I replied that Sean and I were going to ritually slaughter a goat in a pit we dug in our backyard and then dance naked around our fire pit. Not sure if they thought that I was serious or not, but hey, whatever works, right? Of course afterwards I got a little weepy and she gave me a big hug. I told her that no matter what the outcome of this is, I couldn't thank her enough for everything she's done for us. Even she got a little weepy at that, and it was at that point that I decided to christen the morula "Bobo". Because, well, why the hell not?
10 days to go until we know. Any prayers/positive vibes/juju/santeria chicken slaughtering that you're doing out there, please keep it up-it's definitely being felt by me right now, and I'm so grateful for all of your support. Y'all rock!