Everything went as well as it could...

The Skype conversation with the fabulous Dr D occured this morning and basically, everything went as well as it could. Nothing went badly. She was thrilled with everything up til the transfer when we only had the one good blasty left. And even then, it was a good one.


They like to have 6-12 eggs collected - check. 


A high percentage of fertilisations - check.


Day 3 with lots of 6-8 celled wonders - check. 


But those two last days, goddam those two last days. It's hard to make a blastocyst, she said. Bloody hell. It probably comes down to my dodgy eggs. She admitted it might not a fault with G's junk - much to my dismay. I mean, really, i would so much prefer if some responsibility rested on him! But nope, my eggs. My dodgy, dodgy, 37 1/2 year old, dodgy eggs. But then we had that one little gem of a blastocyst. Still didn't take. 


Everything was textbook so even in all her years of dealing with infertility, even she had no idea why some take and some don't. So i said, if it's so random, why wouldn't i just take my supplements and have sex like the bunnies do and see what happens. She laughed. Said that has been shown to work in some cases. It comes down to my persistence, she says. The last cycle was by far the best. Maybe from those DHEA supplements. Who knows. My chances are about 30% each try. 


But she couldn't tell me how persistent i want to be. No duh. She suggested that if i thought i'd give it a try again, to keep taking those DHEA pills. Though they seriously mess me up. Acne, hairy moustache, cranky as anything. Why would i want to live with that just in the random chance that i would want to bare my belly to the injections and kick my heels up for the ultrasounds once again. Oh, and don't forget being hormonal, huge needles through the uterus and ovaries and the mind fuck of the two week wait.


It was nice to talk to the Fabulous Dr D and she genuinely appeared regretful that it just didn't happen for me. I might not see her again but i'll never forget her and the role she played in my life. Love her or hate her, she did give me my one beautiful shining star. And that is enough for me.