It has been an eventful week. I've heard other people refer to this part of IVF as the "Hunger Games" because there are less and less of your precious little embryos every day. It's a terrible waiting game as you know more of them are dying off every day. As each one dies off it's one less chance to have a child. After the fertilization report on Friday (7 made it to that point), I was expecting to hear on Monday how many blastocysts we had. Blastocysts are the embryos that look healthy and are developed enough to either transfer or freeze. Apparently my clinic doesn't give you that info then. They just called to schedule my transfer, so at least I could assume that we had at least one good embryo. It really messed with me to not get that information. It was a hard day. I kept envisioning that we only had one, or that they would call to cancel the transfer because that one didn't make it either. Monday's key word: STRESSED. Besides stressi...