I’m not sure words can describe how sad I am feeling at the way this cycle is working out. Every hurdle seems to make the journey harder rather than feeling like we are making progress.
Only one egg fertilised and now we are pinning all our hopes onto this little embie. And hope is an elusive emotion right now. When the nurse phoned to tell me, I cried and cried and cried.
Last cycle we had five follicles which resulted in five eggs, one was damaged during cleaning and of the four remaining three fertilised.
This cycle, seven follicles, two eggs, one fertilised.
It’s going to be a long wait until the update on our embie tomorrow. I wish I could go back to sleep and just wake tomorrow when the nurse phones to get the news, then go back to sleep until Monday for transfer, and then go back to sleep only to wake up when the test results are in. Right now I am trying very hard to take one moment at a time and not write this cycle off.