Nine eggs were retrieved this morning and we do not yet know how many of those were actually mature. Mia sounds good and is trying to hold on to her positive thinking, but I don’t think I was imagining a note of feeling a little underwhelmed and a smidgen of disappointment.
Tomorrow we will get the fert report and what our odds are of transferring on day 3 or day 5. I’m inclined now to think that we will do a day 3 transfer on Tuesday.
I’m starting to feel a bit…nervous? Loose in the knees? Have you ever had so many different thoughts and conflicting emotions and spinning that they all crash into each other and then in the midst of that you feel sort-of vacant? Vacuous? Deer in headlights? Somewhere in there is the crux of my mind right now.
Relax. Relate. Release. Cleansing breath. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I am glad that it is a busy weekend with many distractions to divert my thoughts. Baby M’s party – tonight! Lots of blogging to keep me up through the night. Easter tomorrow! I always love Easter. Tomorrow after baskets and egg hunts but before dinner, I will tell you stories about the egg hunts of my childhood/early adulthood. Do not think of pretty girls in curls with frilly white dresses and woven pink baskets and sunshine. Think gritted teeth. Think WWF wrestling. Grass stains and karate chops. Think bumrushing brawl-fests in the search for THE egg. The one with the money.
Think good thoughts for those Easter eggs cooking in their petri dish baskets.