I heard back from the embryologist, and our last remaining (4th) embryo fragmented away last night, so we can pretty much assume that our third embryo (which we implanted) also didn't make it.
I keep staring at the photo of the three embryos and counting the three-four cells in each embryo over and over. Everyone keeps telling me there is a small chance the other two might still make it, and I will feel a little better if they do, but I feel so hopeless right now and waiting until Oct 2 for a pregnancy test is so miserable. I feel like I am in a countdown to disappointment.
I'm tired of people telling me I need to have a positive attitude... What, the reason my embryos didn't divide fast and well was because I wasn't perky enough?!? Outcomes are outcomes whether I am happy, sad, mad or glad.
What also sucks is that the things that really help me through hard times - a good stiff drink, throwing myself into my work, a crazy work-out, retail therapy - are all still off the list until I get some confirmation of whether or not the remaining two embryos will make it.
I don't feel like working, I don't feel like going out. I just want to lay on the couch, eat cheezits and mope, except my husband came home and I wanting to watch (of all things!) Maury Povich!! Yikes! At least that got me off the couch!