The cheese stands alone.
22 follicles matured
15 eggs retrieved
10 eggs fertilized
3 eggs grew
There was actually three sacs, but only one had a fetal pole and heartbeat.
After that the conversation as DaddyO heard it went something like…
“Everything looks great! We’ll see you in two weeks for another ultrasound.”
After that the conversation as *I* heard it went something like….
“Everything looks as good as could be expected. Things happen in the 7th and 8th week though. It might not have kidneys or a liver and you could miscarry. Don’t get your hopes up Lady.”
I was completely looking forward to having one less thing to worry about, but apparently, I’m not wired that way. I’m gonna fret no matter what. When did I stop being the fly by the seat of my pants goth/punk chick who graduated college with honors and decided to stick it to the man, travel the world and become a Dominatrix, and become The Fretter?
I really can’t help it though. From 22 to 1? That’s a pretty large fall off rate. And so I begin, yet another, two week wait. I promise, should everything look good I will stop fretting. Promise.