“Eighteen? as in 1-9?”
Well the retrieval went well. It was no sweat, really, once it finally started.
We got there at 7 AM and had to wait for two and a half hours. The nurses’ attendant was really nice and apologetic. She said, “I’m sorry they make your girls get here so early. I’ve complained to them about it for years.”
It was fine, really, once we finally got there and settled into our comfortable seats–the only cushy ones in the waiting room. I guess there was one advantage to getting there early; securing the only two comfie seats in the room before anyone else could.
Once things got moving, things moved really fast. Before I knew it, my IV was in, and they were pumping me up with, what the nurse called a “nice cocktail”. It was one part sleep medication, one part anti-nausea medication, and one part ‘make me forget’ medication. It was highly effective; although I do still remember the obnoxious bright lights in that operating room.
But, really, the moment the anesiologist pushed the plunger, I was bascially out and I didn’t wake up until it was all over. As soon as I opened my eyes, I immediately said to the nurse, “how many eggs did you get?” And she said, “eighteen.” I said, “eighteen?” I thought I was still dreaming, so I kept asking her, the doctor, the other nurses, and anyone else I could find.
Afterall, my last retrieval yielded 4 eggs and my old RE told me at our last meeting ”I know that I will never get 10 eggs out of you.” So, I just couldn’t believe what the nurse was saying.
It’s true that the doctor at yesterday’s ultrasound told me that I may have as much as twelve follies but he also said it’s impossible to tell which follies actually have eggs. I dared not write that number on this blog because he was technically a resident, and because I still had my old RE’s voice in my head and, well, frankly, I thought it sounded ludicrous.
Anyway, once I was settled in the recovery area, Nadia joined me. And, of course, I asked the nurse, again- with Nadia as my witness -how many eggs they retrieved.
“Did you say, eighteen? 1-9?”
No, the nurse said, starting to laugh, “we retreived eighteen, 1-8. Tomorrow we will call you with the fertilization information. Until then, try to relax.”
Nadia, laughed too, saying “I guess my baby’s still delirious.” She said “eighteen, not nineteen.”
And then, I laughed too. And I’m still laughing.
18 – that is so awesome. Congrats!!! Sounds like everything is going great this cycle so far. Could you end up with a 5 day transfer since you have so many eggs, so does co-culture require a 3 day transfer?
118 is so great! Wow, wow, wow!
2Beautifu number! Congratulations, and I’ll look forward to lots of great news outta you!
3delightful… very exciting number there miss eva!
4That’s great news!!
5WOWOWOWOWOWOIEIEIEIEIE ZOWIEIEIEIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here’s hoping for many mature eggs with great fertilzation rate!
6really?!!?!?! wow
I have a consult on the 28th with a doc in ur clinic i think.
7my eyes are tearing up at this news. i’m over the moon for you!
8Congratulations!!! What an awesome retrieval!!!
9That’s awesome! So happy for you!
BTW, what were your math grades like?
10this is so exciting! 18 eggs! this is your reward for how bad you have been feeling lately! what a wonderful surprise. can’t wait to hear the next report!
11I am so loving this post. Loving, loving, loving it. Very excited for this cycle!
12Awesome!!! Not only is 18 an awesome number for obvious reasons, but it’s one of my lucky numbers, and it’s a *very* auspicious number in Judaism. It means “life.” Ahem.
13Wow. Impressive. I can’t wait to here how studly the new embryologist is.
18?
14That’s more months than are in a year. More hours than are in daylight. More inches than a foot. More ounces than the old school can of soda. What else? Help me out here, people.