So Tuesday I get a call from my R.E.'s office. My donor is in town for her retrieval and they just wanted to call to tell me that, ya know, after her ultrasound they counted 82 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.
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.