Of the 9 eggs retrieved, only 4 were mature, and 3 fertilized.
We have 3 embryos! This is good news.
Every report feels like a mixed bag. (umm, unless it’s all bad news, which it thankfully hasn’t been yet.) For everything you get that is good, you know how many didn’t work. We know so much, we had 18 antral follicles, 12 follicles, then 9 eggs, then 4 mature, then 3 . And it always makes you wonder, what was wrong with those that didn’t work? It all reminds you how quickly the numbers disappear and how quickly they could all fizzle. Then suddenly, all of this effort, hard work, time, money, appointments, time away from my kid, yielded nothing. Which is of course a scary thought.
I am disappointed that only 4 eggs were mature, I am. I was hoping for more. It’s hard not to analyze how much more it could have been. What does this all say about my ovarian reserve? It feels like as a 29 year old woman, I should have gotten a few more mature eggs out of all of this, but we won’t really know what it all means until we have a consultation with our doctor. Now is the time to focus on the present and these 3 little embryos who are growing in a petri dish in Chicago.
That is a great deal of potential. We are likely looking at a day 3 transfer on Wednesday and will probably transfer whatever the doctor suggests (1 or 2 is what we discussed at our IVF consult).
Deep breaths. One step closer. Please send some good thoughts to our embryos.