I finally got a call this morning from the clinic…while I was in the shower…so they left a voice mail message.
We got four eggs. Not what I would consider over-achieving in regards to both the donor and the clinic. Now I understand that their guarantee was four eggs, but that’s the minimum. If I had to have a C- average to graduate from college with a degree and that’s exactly what I put into it, wouldn’t you feel my quality of education was not stellar even though I technically passed? Would you want a C- surgeon operating on you even though he’s got a degree?
I had considered that the worse case scenario would be that there would be no fertilization. Now I think that since the likelihood there will be nothing to freeze after Monday is likely, THAT has now become the worse case scenario. At least I would know where I would have stood if there had been no fertilization…
I should mention that only three fertilized normally.
So there you have it.
By the way, when I relayed this update to Mr. DD he said he was disappointed since we had been told that there looked to be about 12 follicles. I reminded him that those have to be split between two recipients.
He said he didn’t know that there was two recipients.
You know what else?
This sure would be a whole lot easier if I didn’t feel like I was doing it all by myself.
To add to the overall feeling of complete alienation, last night I really struggled with giving myself the PIO shot. I walked around the house for over 45 minutes with the syringe in my hand trying to psyche myself up. I resorted to calling Mr. DD for emotional support.
He apologized and said, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Thanks, dear husband.
Thanks, for nothing.