Let's catch up shall we. I got the call on Thursday morning(after another round of bloodwork and a ultrasound) that I was ready. I had made 9 eggs. So for my efforts my husband could stab me with an inch and a half needle at precisely 9:45 pm. After this pleasurable expereince (really he did a great job) we were to report to the hospital at 8:45am on Saturday for a 9:45 retrieval. The retrieval occurred right on schedule. After the procedure I awoke back in my hospital bed. When I glanced at the clock it was 10:10 am. At the same time husband walked back into the recovery area with a fresh cup of coffee that I could not enjoy. He was surprised to see me so soon. I was given gingerale and saltines. After about an hour I used the restroom, dressed and was wheeled out of the hospital to the taxi. Oops I forgot the best part. Before we left the embryoloist stopped by to tell us how many eggs they got. The number was 10. I was happy with this as I was praying for double digits. So we go home am wait for the fertilization report.
Said fertilization report came at 11:30 am on Sunday. We were at Patagonia purchasing my a spring rain jacket. When the voice on the other end of the phone announced herself as Dr. my heart skipped a beat. Usually it is bad news if the Dr. calls. Thankfully that was not the case. Doctor told me the out the the 10 eggs, 7 were mature. Out of those 7 eggs, 6 fertilized. I felt my eyes fill up. But I did not cry. I don't think they minded. I was so relieved we had made it past this hurtle.I thanked the Doctor and promptly delivered the report to my husband and the other patrons at Patagonia.
Now we wait. Another round of waiting. This whole process involves a lot of waiting. We wait for another phone call. Today's call is to provide us an update on our embryos. If the embryos are still growing we will be given a time for the transfer that will occur sometime tomorrow. My fingers, toes, legs and eyes are crossed.
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