Introducing our Little Snowflakes

Aren't they Precious?

"Wilbur" is the Bottom Embie.


We made it to Los Angeles without incident and we have learned that the traffic is really as bad as they say. It makes me thankful for living in Minnesota even if we do have to endure long cold winters.
Ken and I have spent the last couple days guessing how many embryos would survive. Being numbers and analytical people, we went with statistics and guessed two would survive. I thought that would be great, but I was hoping for three. Normal protocol at this clinic is to transfer two, but they will transfer three on occasion if additional paperwork is signed.
The embryologist came into the room and as she was getting settled, I saw a paper with a picture of 3 embryos. I quickly asked, "Do we have three embryos?" She looked a little apologetic and said yes and held her breath. I was so excited, started clapping and said, "Yeah, that is what I was hoping for!" She was visibly relieved that we were happy about this. I am not sure why, perhaps because it wasn't their typical protocol?
So, the answer is they successfully transferred 3 embryos! The smallest one has only 4 cells or so, so we are calling him Wilbur after the runt piglet in Charlotte's Web.
Next steps? I am currently on 48 hours strict bedrest and Ken is treating me like a princess. I don't think I have ever laid still this long, but I brought 10 books and a computer, so I think I will enjoy this mandatory respite.
Next big mile marker? Blood test on February 2 to see if any "stuck". We won't know how many there are until a later ultrasound, but they should have an indication if there is more than one that survived depending on the HCG levels. It is going to be a long 11 day wait.
God is sovereign and we are trusting in His plan for these little babies no matter the outcome.