it’s day 1 post-egg retrieval. i’m sitting here holding the phone, willing it to ring for the last 2 hours. desperate to hear how my eggs are doing. my babies.
ring ring ring. holy crap. this is it.
magician: okay so we retrieved 9 eggs. 7 were mature. YESSSSSSS. The 2 eggs that were classified as immature were placed in a petri dish and coincubated with sperm (the sperm swim around it like what would happen in your body). 1 of those fertilized. Wow! That’s surprising. Ok great, what about the mature ones, get to those… Out of those 7 we performed ICSI (injecting a single sperm into the egg to ensure only 1 sperm fertilizes it). Only 3 have fertilized.
wait, what? no. only 3? wait, is this a joke?
The rest of the conversation was a blur. magician was telling me my eggs don’t look normal, something about granules and other unattractive qualities. so i have ugly eggs. i know this. old lady eggs. i asked him is it normal to have <50% of your ICSI eggs fertilize and he said no, it’s more like 75% usually fertilize. but he also said he’s seen them fertilize late too. he said just because i have ugly eggs doesn’t mean i can’t get pregnant. um… okay.
so all in all not a great report. not even a good report really. but it can always be worse i suppose. none of them could have fertilized. i keep telling myself i thought i was only going to have 5. and i got 9. and at the same time i am praying for the eggs to somehow pick up the pace and catch up. i am praying for the impossible. magician said he would call tomorrow morning with another report and we would then determine what day to transfer them…
so i continue to wait. and stare at the clock. it’s completely out of my hands.