The nurse at my R.E.'s office is a moron. (Her Kate Gosselin reverse mullet should have clued me in, but I try not to judge people based on their hairdos). Anyway, correction: I do NOT have 48 embryos. What she meant to say was that my donor gave up 48 mature FOLLICLES.
You'd think maybe a nurse at a fertility clinic would know the difference... MAYBE??
Anyhow, I'm not gonna hate on her for that because even still, we now have 30 EMBRYOS. According to my new calculations that works out to a thousand bucks per embryo. Still a bargain, right?
Transfer most likely to happen Tuesday. This weekend I plan to do as little as possible; lounge around a lot in sweats, take the dog for his last major run with his momma, get a bikini wax in preparation for the big show, and think peaceful, fertile, zen-like thoughts.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Like a hen on speed
Eighty-Two. EGGS.
Kinda leaves my sorry-ass, 5-egg-bearing ovaries in the dust.
After I picked my jaw off the floor and administered the smelling salts, my doctor informed me that it's OK, it's not all that unusual (huh?), she's doing fine, and that we should get a good 20 or so mature, usable eggies out of this batch.
Well, today was the retrieval and fertilization and.... are you ready for this? We have, ya know, 48 embryos.
Forty-Eight. EMBRYOS.
Not surprisingly, since I got off the phone with this latest news flash my head's been spinning. It really hits home now, I will be pregnant from this cycle. I mean, even if, God forbid, this transfer doesn't take, we'd have like, 20 more chances. I'm liking my odds.
(On a side note... I'm suddenly feeling like I got my money's worth. I mean, at $30,000 a cycle that works out to about $625 per embryo. Whata bargain!)
But seriously, aside from feeling relieved, I'm just so grateful right now. Grateful to my donor, grateful to my doctor, grateful to God almighty.
We haven't crossed the finish line yet, but it sure feels a hell of a lot closer.
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