Alrighty, the numbers are in. Out of 10 eggs collected:
Two were immature.
Two fertilized abnormally (like, two sperm jammed in one egg or something like that).
Six fertilized normally.
So out of the mature eggs that they collected, 75% of them fertilized normally. I really don’t think I can complain about that. Do I wish there were more? Sure. But I am very happy we still have six in the running.
The embryologist said that so far the six all look good. She said tomorrow she’ll be looking to see if they’ve cleaved, and she wants to see them either two cells or four cells. Once she sees the state of them in the morning, they’ll make the decision on whether to go for a day three or day five transfer. I’m really, really hoping we can do a day five transfer, as I’ve heard the results are better that way.
To be honest, I’ve been feeling low since the egg retrieval yesterday. I do think a huge part of it is a letdown after a giant buildup. Before, at least I was doing something. I was injecting myself. I was getting acupuncture. I was eating healthy. But now? There’s not a thing I can do. It’s completely out of my hands. I just have to remind myself to keep surrendering.
I’ve been stress eating to compensate for my lack of control and it’s been awesome. I ate a cupcake and cookie from favorite gluten free bakery yesterday, I housed a bag of BBQ chips and today I went to the movies and ate a giant tub of popcorn. I didn’t have much of an appetite during stims, but I think it’s back now, yay!
So now, I wait. Oh, and just for fun, while I’m waiting, I’m going to get another root canal (I wish that were a joke, but it’s not), If you have thoughts or prayers to spare, please pass some along to my six little embryos. I really appreciate everyone’s support so far — way, way more than I could ever adequately express.
I hope my embryos are fighters. I hope they’re strong. And I hope they know that I already love them.