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Sucking eggs

Old mate fertility specialist likes to use technical language whenever possible. Hence he refers to my oocyte retrieval as "sucking your eggs".  He's all class.

It really hasn't been a great round, and my heart is not really in it. While we retrieved 18 eggs and made 8 embryos, they all grew badly and were massively fragmented. Except for one, which was not so fragmented, but still not a blast at day 5. It is inside me now, along with the runner up. So we'll see how it goes though I'm not holding out much hope.

I'm not sure if it's really more me, and getting too "serious" about all this.. but I have to say I'm tired of the attitude at my clinic. I don't think I will go back there. It's kind of like the Jetstar airline of fertility clinics, where the staff have a jovial "laid back" attitude to things like safety and professionalism. I would imagine that working in a fertility clinic you might naturally develop a lighter type of approach.  But when your specialist is in Madrid, you have to wait outside some service entry for the embryo transfer because the building isn't open on a Saturday, and you're waiting for 30 minutes or so, and the doctor you were told would be doing the procedure is not coming in for a Saturday so it is a nurse, who swans in late saying what great timing it is, and is dressed fabulously in an off shoulder top ready to go have wines at lunch with her friends after the visit...
I don't know... it's just... I feel a bit like... can someone just take this seriously please?
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