So, DH broke down and called the on-call service. The nurse called back and after explaining the situation, she decided to call the embryologist. The embryologist confirmed that we are doing a day 3 transfer tomorrow. I immediately started crying and likely won't stop for the rest of the day. The nurse tried to cheer me up, but I am not cheered. Out of 25 eggs retrieved apparently none of them are good enought to hold out for a day 5 transfer.
Happy fucking Mother's Day to me.