I can't even be clever in titling because I'm using the ten minutes I have before boarding our return flight to post.
Jill, you were this.close with your guess!
Of course, we've crashed and burned on fert reports so we're just cautiously optimistic. Happy there is a decent number with which to start.
The embryologist was really nice. He told us our egg number and then said: "Well, it looks like we're pulling out all the stops. MICSI and plus two embryologists are going to work together on your case. We've got a couple of other ideas to help with the maturity/fertilization issues."
We'll take all the help we can get.
I made it out to CC.R.M. at 2:45 and caught the Super Shuttle at 3:25 at our hotel. I was sore but I made it.
I've eaten a lot of junk because--the eggs are out! The eggs are out! I'm so glad to have them OUT OF ME. Phoebe would be so disappointed in my diet this afternoon but I promise to get right back to it pronto pronto. But a girl needs a little indulgence after this crazy ride.
I also had the extreme pleasure of meeting one of my blog followers and fellow CC.R.Mers yesterday--and she was all the way from Ireland! It was awesome and I'm wishing her only the best of luck!
OK. I haven't had any sweets yet--but a ChickFilA brownie has my name all over it...saving it for the plane.
Thanks ladies, for all the love and support, I really really mean that.
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