So, they got seven eggs yesterday, which is twice what the doctor thought they would get. Of course I was ecstatic, but also worried about how many of them would be mature, and whether or not the quality would be good enough to fertilize. After all, I was expected to be a poor responder, so I prepared for them to tell me my eggs were all ugly and dusty.
Well, I just got a call from the nurse and of the seven retrieved, six were mature and five fertilized! Right now we're looking at a three-day transfer, which would be Friday. If four or more of our little zygotes turn out to be rock stars, they will look at a five-day transfer. Personally I think that may be a little too much to hope for, but this whole process has been blowing me away each step along the way.
Holy cow. Right now in a lab in Florida, there are little bitty things that are technically, biologically, mine and my husbands. Together. No matter what happens tomorrow or the next day, it doesn't get any better than that today.
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