Well, you know it's not good when the clinic calls you at 8:30, and they usually call at 7:30 on the dot. You know it's not good when the doctor calls instead of the embryologist too. Are you noticing a theme here?
After a few pleasantries we got down to business with the following, "the egg quality was not good." We have three delayed fertilized eggs. And for the good news, wait, that was it! One egg was too immature and the other one too mature.
So, we'll wait and see if any of the delayed fert eggs make it today.
I turned over and had to tell hubby. He's never really been through this before so I had to explain that this was one baby step up from the worst case scenario. I'm sure he's disappointed, but he's his usual strong, pragmatic self.
There is no sobbing today but just a few tears as he snuggled me.
Mentally, I think I have already packed my bags on this cycle. It will take me about half an hour to pack up my stuff at the hotel and get the hell out of dodge. We could be on the road tomorrow to our new house in a new state.