Roller coasters make me nauseous

I'm home! Slept in my own bed last night, and all I can say is "Thank the Lord for Tempur-pedic."

But it has been a bumpy ride since the last post, and the IF roller coaster is knocking me around quite a bit. After getting a very happy report of 12 eggs retrieved, we were feeling confident. Silly, silly us.

As we were driving out of Colorado, we got the call from the lab. Of course, we have terrible cell reception. So cutting in and out, I hear, "So we have the 4."

What? What happened to 12? How did we get from 12 to 4???

After the call dropped, and the lab called back (and I was freaking out in the car), we found out horrible news. Of the 12 eggs, only 6 were mature. And of those 6, only 4 fertilized. This is the worst cycle we've ever had. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. The lab lady did say that they had a few immature eggs that were maturing in the lab (one of the fancy parts of this lab, the old clinic did not have this ability). They would try to ICSI these today, and the lab would call us tomorrow with these fert rates.

I spun into a very bad place. I began thinking about all my worst nightmares that now seemed would come true. It was not a fun car ride. Oh, and happy anniversary, Mr. P. Whoopie.

On Thursday, while driving through endless cornfields, we got the second call from the lab. Of the 6 immature eggs, 3 matured in the lab. And all 3 fertilized.

I began to breathe again.

So that means we have 7 embies right now. I'm expecting another call today, Day 3 report for the initial 4 and just an update on my slow but steady 3. I have my seatbelt on, and am feeling sick from all of these ups and downs. I never really liked roller coasters. I was always more of the "Its a Small World" kind of girl.

Blech.