Aug
26

An Embarrassment of Riches.

Of twenty-two eggs retrieved, seventeen fertilized without ICSI. We have seventeen zygotes bobbing in their culture medium in a laboratory across the river.
Oddly, my first thought after I got the fertilization call this morning was that everything has gone so perfectly—too perfectly—that this cycle cannot possibly end well. I assume this thinking is yet another undesirable consequence of reading excessively, and I am endeavoring to remind myself that sometimes things really do work out, sans tragic plot twists, even if it makes for a rather dull narrative.

I am shocked, and very, very happy. Transfer is at 11:45 on Tuesday morning.

By Alexa | Posted in Ceci N'est Pas Une Ecrivaine |