x 17! We have 17 embryos. 17 fertilised out of 23. 4 of the eggs didn't fertilise, 2 did but degenerated. 17 potential babies. 17 potential Stanleys and Lucys. When the embryologist spoke to me her tone was flat and monotone and I panicked that she was going to tell us bad news but it was just the opposite. I don't think Mr Waiting knows yet as he is teaching a class.
I am so excited. It feels today like we are going to be parents. I know there's a long way to go yet but everything so far has gone so smoothly so far. We are parents of a sort. We've created life. Our genes have mixed. They are already boys or girls. Their hair colour and eye colour and adult height have been decided. How amazing is that?
Oh, and.... it takes 17 muscles to produce a smile.