Yes- plural. There are several completely normal, healthy embryos in a state of suspended animation, just waiting for their turn to be called up to the big leagues. 16, in fact. Nine girls and seven boys. This equals 8 attempts at a frozen transfer- there is a real possibility that I won't have to endure the hell that is preparing for and recovering from an egg retrieval ever again. Huzzah!
December 1st is our official transfer date. After all the waiting and worrying, we are mere weeks away from being entrusted with two little frozen babies. I just pray that my uterus is hospitable and accommodating. Maybe I should hang some curtains or something.
Of course, the preliminary appointment and the transfer itself both fall in the middle of our Thanksgiving pay-period at work. One of only 2 schedules during the whole year when absolutely-no-time-off-requests-are-allowed-no-excepions! Because I needed something else be anxious about, right? Thankfully, I have a fabulous boss, and we're making it happen. Paul and I are probably working six 12-hour night shifts in a row to make up for it, but it will work out. It always does!