Pre-Transfer/Welcome ICLW

First, welcome to those who've stumbled upon me from ICLW! I'm in the middle of my 3rd attempt at IVF, and this time, for the first time, we are going to make it to transfer. As of yesterday, I have 12 beautiful embryos. Well, ok, I've got one drop-dead gorgeous, star-quality embryo, 8 beautiful ones, and 3 rather plain ones. (They take after their dad. (Kidding!))

JimDear is showing a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm about this. He told me yesterday that, when I sent him the text message about our Day Three embryos, he jumped up and yelped. At work. He then explained to all his coworkers what was going on. This from the man who hasn't even told his family. Who forgot most of my appointments during the last two cycles. (He wasn't coming, but I would say something like, "God, I'm dreading my appointment tomorrow", and he would go, "What appointment?") Who didn't even know the difference between an egg and a follicle until a week or so ago, when it became pretty clear that this cycle was progressing well. He actually asked me what I think happened to those other 3 eggs that didn't fertilize properly, what went wrong. Of course there's no real answer--dud eggs, dud sperm, a slight error in the ICSI process--but him even wanting to know is huge.

I, too, am ridiculously excited. I get hyper and silly. I was joking about having twins, and showing them the pictures of the embryos and saying, "See, this 'excellent' one is your brother. But this one here? See the fragmentation? See how it's just a bit, well, slower? Yeah, that's you." I named all 12 of them after members of the Utah Jazz, all boys, and then went through and picked girl names too (Andrea, Miley, Paula, Deron (works, I say), Mema, Veronica-called-Ronnie, etc.) When he tried to do it with the Patriots, I said no, because there are 53 of them and we only have 12 embryos. And besides, we'd be raising children to lose to the Jets if we did that.

In short, we are both giddy school children.

Tomorrow, I get pregnant. I know it's just a transfer. But...it is a potential life, probably two, inside of me. A mixture (or two) of my DNA and the DNA of my love, nestling down into my endometrium, being nourished by my very body. To the best of my knowledge, tomorrow I will be the most pregnant I have ever been. It's absolutely amazing. A miracle, in short, something beyond worthy of the Nobel Prize. A dream baby (or two). The possibility to be a mother. I cannot believe I am about to experience this.