Seems we got a lucky break.

Yesterday I rang the clinic to get my transfer time. So far so good as they didn't transfer me to the nurses. I had spent the day at the museum with my younger sister and my nephews. It was packed full of kids and mums. I felt so jealous.

On the top floor of the museum we went to visit Phar Lap, my favourite since I was a kid and one of the reasons I'm in a race horse owning syndicate. Their were a whole lot of bored high school students sitting around. I heard one ask their tired looking teacher an annoying question along the lines of why do we have to be here. I immediately felt sick, it's so nice to do my own thing and not have to put up with "cool" teenagers all the time.

When I got home from the city I expected J to have bad news when I got in, but no phone call. By 5.00pm J said we were safe, I was still freaked and thought they might ring with bad news in the morning. Our last FET in January was cancelled and last year 3 embryos didn't thaw out successfully.

This morning I could hardly speak I was so nervous and my Dr was about 20 minutes late. We got into the transfer room and he said both had successfully thawed and were dividing. J and I both finally drew a breath, we told him we had been waiting for the phone call. I can't figure this IVF stuff out. The 4 embryos were suppose to be better grades than these two yet those ones didn't make it and these ones have. So many unknowns and so much seems to depend on luck.