7 fertilized - all with ICSI.
I don't know how I feel.
Before I got the call today I told myself I'd love ten but I'd be happy with 5. That was a load of poopie. Cause I'm not happy with 7. Shouldn't I be? It's not a terrible number. Half of those suckers could die and I'd still have more than enough to transfer.
But I had these dreams, since we're MFI, that I'd have tons of eggs and we freeze a litter and whenever I wanted a new baby we'd just go to the fridge and pick one out. Not gonna happen.
Now what if that was 8 matured eggs and 7 fertilized? Would I be happier? Yes. Absolutely. Cause the fact that only a little over half fertilized (58.33%) is what has me worried. Is there something wrong with my eggs? Something more wrong with my husband's sperm? Something wrong with my RE?
How many times have I cheered girls on who have had less embryos than this? Told them they had great reports. Great chances. And TRULY meant it?
Why can't I see this and think, "SEVEN! Woot!" instead of "Seven? Wah!"
(great I'm so upset I'm writing like freaking carrie bradshaw...)