It's been a rough couple of days as we've suffered some disappointments. We had our retrieval on Thursday. My ultrasound on Tuesday showed 10 follicles so I was hopeful for 10 eggs. We arrived at the clinic for retrieval and as usual everyone was so great. They took me back to the exam room and I changed into my gown and Nurse Jenny came in to explain the process and take my vitals and hook up the IV. I met with the anesthesiologist and he explained that process. As we waited on the doctor all of the staff stopped in to talk with us and say hello. I really think we are their favorite patients :) Then they called D to go do his part so we said goodbye. Jenny stayed with me until it was time to take me to the OR. Once we got in there everything happened pretty quick. They injected the anesthesia into my IV and Jenny got me into position. I remember telling her that I was already feeling foggy and then that's all I remember. The next thing I knew I was waking up. For whatever reason I was crying and asking for D. They brought him back right away and then we waited for a few minutes until one of the nurses came in and told us they got 8 eggs. I was a little disappointed but it was in line with my expectations so I felt good about it. We were then sent home to wait until they called us on Friday with the fertilization report. I didn't feel too bad leaving the clinic but was surprised at the amount of pain I was in Thurs. and Friday. I took it easy and just kind of laid around all day. We finally got the call around 1:30 on Friday and the news was very hard to swallow. Out of the 8 eggs only 5 were mature. And out of those only 1 fertilized normally. Only 1. I was so hoping to be able to transfer two and even have 1 or 2 to freeze. That means if this doesn't work we have to start all over from square one. Which is a devastating thought after everything we've been through the last 6 months.
I had myself a good cry and then decided that I wasn't going to give up on the 1 embryo we do have left. I spent all of Friday and Sat. in a complete panic waiting for the clinic to call and tell me that the embryo had stopped dividing and growing and we were done. Several times on Sat. I went to call the clinic to check but I was paralyzed with fear. I finally determined that no news was good news and just chose to live in denial. We were tentatively scheduled for transfer at 11:30 on Sunday (today). This morning my phone rang and it was the clinic and my heart dropped. However they informed me that they were bumping us up to 10:45am and we are on for the transfer! I'm almost afraid to let the hope in that this might work but I know I have to be positive and have faith in our one little embryo that we have left. I know all it takes is one. I asked the nurse if it was still doing okay and she said that it must be if they are moving ahead with the transfer and we'll find out more from the doctor when we get there.
So here we are. I am a hot mess of emotions......hope, joy, fear. I know this is out of my control and all I can do is give everything I can to this one embryo with the hope that it is THE ONE. Please keep D and I and our little one in your prayers.