And Then There Were Two...

My doctor called this morning at 9 AM from his house. I knew this could not possibly mean good news, but I didn't panic. He said 2 of the eggs fertilized normally and one fertilized abnormally (whatever that means). He was trying to be positive and said that since technically 3 of the 5 fertilized, we were close to the 80% fertilization rate - which is what they hope to see. The nurse will still call me this afternoon, but he wanted to give me the news himself and see how I was doing. Have I mentioned that I love my doctor?

I cried. 2 doesn't give us a lot of wiggle room. We may not have any left by the time of transfer, but I'm trying not to think about that. I'm trying to stay positive and think good grow-y thoughts for those 2 little ones. I had in my head that we would get 4 fertilized. I had even named them in my head. (Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike - New Edition, anyone?) I was more upset that now we have NO chance for any to be frozen for a future cycle. And that things weren't turning out like I had planned. You'd think I would have learned THAT lesson by now!

Anyway, Michael was wonderful and comforting as always. He even made me laugh by telling me that the eggs got together and decided who was going to step up this cycle. He said we don't want the slackers anyway.

We only need one. One good embryo. I can hope for two, but it only takes one. I keep trying to remember that.

We should know how they're doing tomorrow, so I'll let you know more then. For now, please keep our two little guys (or girls) in your thoughts and prayers.