And then there were 6...

I should have known that the super crappy sperm would come in to play at some point. Dr. S called this morning to say that after ICSI, 6 fertilized. I'm sad about the other 16 glorious eggs that never stood a chance. I'm worried that by Friday's retrieval that number is going to dwindle dangerously lower (damn you crappy sperm).

I'm also feeling very oddly protective in a motherly way of my 6 fertilizing embryos that are in a petri dish 2 hours away. I want to scoop them up and protect them, and tell them encouraging things to help them keep dividing. I want to call and check on them, the way I think mothers do the first time you leave your child with a babysitter. For right now, they are my babies and I love them- every single cell of them.

I know 6 fertilized is better than 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0r (gasp) 0... but I was hoping for more. I wanted 6 the day of the transfer (3 to transfer, 3 to freeze)- I'm fairly certain that won't happen.

I still have hope and faith that this is still going to work though (or I am trying to).

Embryos will be checked on Wednesday. Transfer is set for Friday. This is going to be a looooong week.