From the beginning of this adventure, I have been hoping for 10 eggs. I got 14 after each of my donations before, and I really wanted to believe that I could get at least 10 this time.
Of course, after varying ultrasound results I was less than convinced that would happen, and was gearing myself up for disappointment.
Well, guess whose little ovaries came through!
That’s right ladies and gentleman…. We had 10 juicy baby eggs come out of me this morning.
10!
Granted, they aren’t all of the best quality. My doctor did come in to speak to me before the procedure to let me know that he was a little less than optimistic with how I had been responding. He said that for my age, he really would have hoped to see better blood and ultrasound results over the last few weeks.
Hearing that right before surgery was definitely a bit of a bummer, but I slapped a smile on my face and reminded him that that’s why we're here. If I hadn’t gone from perfect to far from it so fast, I clearly wouldn’t be in the position I’m in now.
Then I said that my ovaries were just being a little b****y and we needed to show them who was boss.
That got him smiling. He reminded me that all we needed was one to get through to the end, and then we got me and my backless gown into the surgical room.
30 minutes later I woke up and was told there were 10 eggs.
7 from the left and only 3 from the right.
That right ovary is like the little engine that could.
And I am going to fly high on that for a while. I know they told me that all 10 were not completely mature and would not likely fertilize, but I am going to choose to just blissfully remember today that I got the number I wanted.
Now, it’s back to the waiting game. I’ll get a call tomorrow morning letting me know how many actually fertilized, and then every morning thereafter to let me know how many have survived another 24 hours of gestation. They won’t really be able to give me quality for another day or so, but tomorrow I should at least have a better idea of where I stand number wise.
As of now it’s a toss up whether implantation will be Day 3 (Thursday) or Day 5 (Saturday). A day 3 implantation only really happens when numbers and quality are low; it’s the insurance package to throw them in there and hope rather than watching them wither away day after day in a lab. Day 5 is typically the ideal because it gives you more time to determine which embryos are most likely going to make it.
I’m choosing not to worry about what day we implant though. Whatever day it is will be the right day. It will be the day I get pregnant, and that’s all that matters.
I’m going to spend the rest of the day lazing around in bed. I’m feeling pretty good though. The cramps aren’t bad and the anesthesia wore off right away.
But I’m thinking sleep may be the best way to get through the next 24 hours until I find out how many little hopefuls I really have.
Those babies to be of mine are already in a dish somewhere growing though.
They are already mine.
I already love them.
ADSPACE
