Heather stopped at my desk, said that she thought we should do the test if four or five of the embryos were still in good shape, but skip it if there were three or fewer. That seemed very reasonable to me, so we fist-bumped and were done.
This morning, the lovely Jennifer, an embryologist who led our initial IVF class, called to ask what we'd decided. She said we had five embryos still, but only two were grade B and three were grade C. Or something like that; it wasn't great news so what I kind of absorbed was that we were on shaky ground losing any to PGD. We said as much to Jennifer, who agreed, saying that in this circumstance we might want to go forward without PGD. Both Heather and I nodded, feeling that was the right decision. Done.
What accompanied that decision, of course, was the question of embryo quality and selection. Grade A embryos, Jennifer said, were above average, grade B were average, and grade C were below average. The secret underground element to choosing tomorrow's embryos is that the Nashville folk won't freeze grade C embryos. (FYI, I have now seen both "embies" and "follies" mentioned in fertility forums, and I just cannot take these ladies seriously. I guess maybe when you want a baby that badly, you start babying even cell clusters.) If we choose the best embryos for transfer, the others are lost and we won't have another chance; why on earth, though, would we hedge our bets if it's at the potential cost of this cycle?
Heather, unable to sleep, dove into the internet. We're swirling around in stories of women with grade C embryos that made it, or grade C embryos that turned to grade B overnight... And Jennifer said, as we've heard from others before, that they don't like to be too firm about any of the embryo cell counts because they can change so rapidly. So all I'm thinking is that we'll wait to hear more from them tomorrow. We're leaning towards implanting three, if none can be frozen, but IVF is a doctor's world, not a patient's, so in some ways I feel like it's a question of feedback from them rather than research by us.
My mom called to confirm our date and said that her favorite neighbor family was thinking positive thoughts for our procedure tomorrow. I'd told them about baby-making before, so it's plausible that they asked my mom, but I like to think she's excited and she brought it up.