So, I ended up going to work today, because my students had a couple of big events going on. Actually, it is better than being at home. At least at work, I'm distracted. Well, somewhat distracted.
All morning, I have been watching my phone.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. As the time got closer and closer to noon, I got more and more panicked. Why were they taking so long to call with my fertilization results? Was it bad news again? Last time, my doctor called me with the bad news close to lunchtime...is that why she is waiting? Until she has a break?
I literally felt like I was going to have a panic attack, I became so stressed.
Then, the call came. I knew it was going to be okay, the minute I saw that the nurses were the ones calling.
So, here's the good news:
Out of the 26 eggs retrieved yesterday, 23 were mature. Out of those 23, 20 fertilized normally.
That's right folks, 20.
We hear Friday morning whether we will do a 3 or a 5 day transfer. Here's hoping the little embies keep on keepin' on.
Looks like all the prayers, vibes, fertility socks, and crossed fingers and toes did the trick.
Do me a favor...keep 'em coming?