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all of the eggs

i had my egg retrieval on wednesday (yep, the 4th) and we were fortunate enough to have 23 eggs. way more than the 8 we had our first cycle. got our report from the embryologist yesterday and of the 23 eggs, 18 were mature enough to use. still a ridiculous number, right? of those 18, 17 became embryos thanks to ICSI. waiting for a follow-up report tomorrow that will let us know how many of those 17 embryos have progressed! we will be freezing all of the embryos this cycle because i am at a very high risk for ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome and holy buckets - i feel it. this retrieval was more difficult than my first and i am still taking tylenol and ibuprofen to deal with the pain. hoping to do a FET (frozen embryo transfer) sometime in september... always a waiting game!

not my favorite kind of shots!  gotta love filling up a sharps container!

trigger shot! this is what tells the ovaries to let the eggs go after days of stimulating and telling the ovaries to hold on to them all.


so we're just over here waiting and hoping for good news about the progress of our embryos.  i am hopeful that the pain will subside as well; i'm usually pretty good w/ pain, but this is pushing me over the edge.

xo
mama porch

* guys, what if we end up with 17 embryos?! imma need a minivan!!!

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