Just Like those Suicidal Easter Creme Eggs on The Commercials

My eggs have shriveled, gone, disappeared.

ALL of them.  The ones that came from this last cycle.

Every one.

There won't be another try.  There is nothing else to do.
Dr Ovary looked like he was gonna cry too while he searched and searched.  The ones that were nearly big enough on Friday, shrunk.  Not even that they stopped growing, they actually shrunk.
So that's it.