Here is my Do Over

So here we are again.  I purposively took some time off from writing.  Just needed a break from it all.  This cycles baseline looked good so I opted to move forward.  I began with an FSH of 15 and a handful of antral follicles.  Fast forward to a couple of weeks to an estrogen level of 2610 (my all time high) and 6 follicles.  Technically 7 but they thought that bonus one was not gonna make it.

Fast forward another couple days to yesterday which was egg retrieval day.  The day started off not very good.  Someone was (read between the lines here) having performance issues because of wanting to be selfish the night before.  So we had to go to the doctors office empty handed.  Fortunately, we have some popsicles :) in the event of an emergency.  So glad I did that freezing thing. But we all know that microwave meals are not nearly as good as fresh out of the garden.  Oye....  So I wake up from surgery to be told they got 2 eggs.  WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME????  I just don't get it.  My E2 was fabulous.  I spoke to one of the nurses later and she told me it was one of a few things:  my age or eggs were lost in the process.  And the E2 could be showing that the eggs they did get were extremely good quality.  What a disappointing and emotional day.  The person I was to count on couldn't step up, nor did the doctors get all those eggs... if there were that many eggs.

So here, this morning I wait for the office to call me.  Probably in an hour or so they will.  Fingers crossed they fertilized.  Fingers, toes and all appendages.  My little spirit voice for which some day I will name, said to me wow this one is so strong and showed a heartbeat that I could feel.  I hope they are right.  Actually as I write this I wonder if it is my mother?  Could be.

Ok.... I will write back shortly!

1 Eggie, 2 Eggie, 3 Eggie, 4

So ya.... do you believe it, we have 4 eggs harvested. I was only told we had 3 follies so we must have had a bonus grow over the weekend.

And you know what, I didn't really feel much discomfort at all.  My pulse-ox was a little low so we had to sit around to bring that up. Dr. D. came in to congratulate us on the 4 eggs and off we went.  I slept for the rest of the day really.  The anesthesia makes me loopy and tired.  This seriously was the easiest surgery I ever had.  I didn't even need to take a Tylenol! 

So the very next morning (Tuesday) at 7:15 am one of the OR nurses called to tell me that 3 fertilized and they were still waiting on the 4th.  OMFG!!!!!  Are you serious?  I have 3 babies in the making????? Do you know what this means?  I actually have the ability to get pregnant!?!?  Holy cow!  What a miracle.  One more hurdle down!  We scheduled transfer for Saturday.  Unfortunately I would not get another report on the embryos until then.  The nurse said based on the progress the embies made overnight, they are recommending 5 day transfer.  This way we can give them an extra 2 days to grow and have more information about what one is the healthiest.  We will then transfer the healthiest embryo and freeze the rest in the event we need them later. 

Wow.... this is possible!  I can't believe it!  We are pregnant in a petri dish!

My Personal Egg Carton

So this is interesting.  I went for an egg retrieval on Monday.  Dave was with me.  I was a nervous nelly.  As old age approaches I get scared.  I was scared of that freaky chair in the OR room.  It is a chair with leg stirrups and is so secretive you can't even find a picture of it on the internet lol.  I will try and take a pic of it when I am there next.  It seemed like it took forever for us to get ready.  Lots of tubes had to be hooked up.  Blood pressure needed to be taken every few minutes.  People in and out verifying your identity.  OMG... can you image if there was an identity mix up?  I know it happens but sheesh.  I met the anesthesiologist.  We had a nice conversation but I don't remember his name.  Very pleasant.  My nurse... don't remember her name either but I suppose I could look it up.  Dr. D came in to greet me and say it is perfectly natural to be nervous.  But does he really know what I am nervous about?  I was nervous about the chair but now I am nervous about the eggs.... It's the eggs.  Does he have any idea how nervous I am about the eggs?  You see my personal egg carton is rated at <.16.  For those of you familiar with these numbers, you know that this is not good.  I was also told by a nurse that it is possible I may not have any eggs and the only way to know for sure is to go through IVF.  That was a day filled with drama when she told me that. A story we can save for another day. Needless to say, I verified later with Dr. G that it really is a matter of whether or not the egg can be retrieved.  Semantics I guess, but I like how Dr. G said it instead of the nurse.  So Dr. Anesthesia and I talked about me being in the War of the Worlds movie in Athens. I think we got on that conversation because we talked about location of where we lived.  He then showed me he was giving me antibiotics...not the doxi that I am allergic to (aka vomit on).  Then the nurse asked me to scoot down and lowered the back and we put my legs in those lovely leg stirrups.  Dr. Anesthesia then put the oxygen mask on me and next thing I know the nurse is waking me up, bringing Dave in the room suited up in surgical wear, saying we go 4 eggs.  WHAT?????

Teehee.... I HAVE EGGS?!?!  They are the bottom of the barrel but I have freakin eggs!  I am not dried up yet!!!!

To be continued....