Today I had a meeting with the embryologist of the new clinic. I waited in a very depressive waiting room. I’m normally quite used to decadent-looking places – having lived in a few old cities – but I would have preferred a fancy shiny high-tech looking place for the production of my embies. Oh well.
- Live like monks. My husband should quit smoking (yeah, heard that before..). We should both reduce alcohol to 2-3 glasses maximum per week. I haven’t told my sweet half yet. He’ll either laugh and continue drinking as he does, or have a heart attack.
- Expensive high tech biopsy. The gynecologist suggested we could do a biopsy of the eggs retrieved. The embryologist instead said she would maybe recommend it for a future try as it’s expensive. But, while I know I have a good coverage for this IVF, I am not sure I’ll have it for the next. Plus I want to know if I can only produce crappy eggs so I can decide whether to go directly to donor eggs. So we’ll go for it.
- Staying on the safe side. Despite hubby’s improvement in results, she still wants to do ICSI. She doesn’t want to risk wasting the eggs. In her words: sperm is easy to obtain, eggs are not! I think this is where I started warming up to her..
- Helping solve my trust issues. I asked her lots of stupid questions, reflecting the fact that I have massive trust issues lately: does she coordinate with the gynecologist? will she be there to take care of the embryos at the lab? They may sound silly, but I had bad experiences in the past… She laughed a bit but I got the answers I wanted.
For the final point I’ll give you our last minutes of conversation: