How did I get so far behind? Lets see if I can do an update, but try and keep it short.
Retrieval~I went in for my Egg Retrieval on February 3. Oddly, the same day Big T was having a complete knee replacement, in the same hospital. I was super nervous. We went in M left his contribution in the Doc T’s office and we went upstairs to the surgical waiting room, to keep my mom company. When we went back down stairs of course the anesthesiologist was late. So, I sat there in my Oh so Lovely gown chatting with the nurses. Finally, the anesthesiologist got there and let me just say he was not the best I have encountered. But he did the job and I did not feel a thing.
When I was first waking up, a nurse came in and said 17. We got 17. Then a couple seconds later another nurse came in and said count is now 21. THEN another nurse came in and said count is now 23! I was ecstatic to say the least. In my still drugged state, I kept saying every few minutes “23 eggs!” M was cracking up.
Big T was out of Surgery but in recovery. So, we met my mom for lunch. I ate like a horse. It was insane. I had no idea I was that hungry. After that I went home and went to bed.
The next morning, we found out 20 were mature and 14 Fertilized with ICSI. The next few days were pretty uneventful. Aside from the fact that I was horribly constipated and had mild OHSS, I think.
Transfer~On the 8th, we went in for our 5 day transfer. Whoo Hoo! W
e transferred one “perfect” blast and one “early” blast. Everyone always wants to know the grading, but I didn’t ask, because it would just give me something else to worry about. Though Doc T kept saying the one was “perfect” over and over.
It was actually a somewhat amusing experience, maybe it was the valium or the extreme need to pee. But while we were waiting I kept cracking the dumbest jokes. I told M I wanted to call our embryos Hans and Frans. I don’t know if you remember the old skit from SNL. My other mom and her DH do a Hans and Frans impression that always cracks me up. M suggested Savings and Loan, LOL. It seems like Hans and Frans has stuck; Though every time I call them that M tells me “don’t call them that.” Yet, I have heard him refer to them as that. It is becoming a joke between us. I will ask him to do something and he will say “why can’t you” my response has become “because I am helping Hans and Frans grow.” LOL. (That is a picture of my babies Hans and Frans)
Anyway, prior to transfer, my doc and M kept making comments like “are you sure you want to transfer to two?” Which was adding to the nerves. The nurse said the doc does it because he feels like he has to for SART regulations. M was doing just because he thinks it is funny when I get nervous. Men!
Afterwards while we were waiting. M sang them a little song it went something like this “stick little embryos, stick, But preferably only one. And whatever you do, don’t split.” It was hilarious!
I have survived bed rest and am back on my feet. Though, I am super nervous about that. I am so afraid I am going to do something that is going to dislodge those little babies and make them fall out. I will continue to try and take it easy for the next few days. Though not sure M is going to allow that, I think he is sick of waiting on me.
I found out today that we only ended up with 5 frosties. I don’t know why but that number makes me kind of sad. I was really hoping for more. But it is what it is. I have my 5 little guys on ice, hopefully, I won’t need them.
Retrieval~I went in for my Egg Retrieval on February 3. Oddly, the same day Big T was having a complete knee replacement, in the same hospital. I was super nervous. We went in M left his contribution in the Doc T’s office and we went upstairs to the surgical waiting room, to keep my mom company. When we went back down stairs of course the anesthesiologist was late. So, I sat there in my Oh so Lovely gown chatting with the nurses. Finally, the anesthesiologist got there and let me just say he was not the best I have encountered. But he did the job and I did not feel a thing.
When I was first waking up, a nurse came in and said 17. We got 17. Then a couple seconds later another nurse came in and said count is now 21. THEN another nurse came in and said count is now 23! I was ecstatic to say the least. In my still drugged state, I kept saying every few minutes “23 eggs!” M was cracking up.
Big T was out of Surgery but in recovery. So, we met my mom for lunch. I ate like a horse. It was insane. I had no idea I was that hungry. After that I went home and went to bed.
The next morning, we found out 20 were mature and 14 Fertilized with ICSI. The next few days were pretty uneventful. Aside from the fact that I was horribly constipated and had mild OHSS, I think.
Transfer~On the 8th, we went in for our 5 day transfer. Whoo Hoo! W
e transferred one “perfect” blast and one “early” blast. Everyone always wants to know the grading, but I didn’t ask, because it would just give me something else to worry about. Though Doc T kept saying the one was “perfect” over and over.It was actually a somewhat amusing experience, maybe it was the valium or the extreme need to pee. But while we were waiting I kept cracking the dumbest jokes. I told M I wanted to call our embryos Hans and Frans. I don’t know if you remember the old skit from SNL. My other mom and her DH do a Hans and Frans impression that always cracks me up. M suggested Savings and Loan, LOL. It seems like Hans and Frans has stuck; Though every time I call them that M tells me “don’t call them that.” Yet, I have heard him refer to them as that. It is becoming a joke between us. I will ask him to do something and he will say “why can’t you” my response has become “because I am helping Hans and Frans grow.” LOL. (That is a picture of my babies Hans and Frans)
Anyway, prior to transfer, my doc and M kept making comments like “are you sure you want to transfer to two?” Which was adding to the nerves. The nurse said the doc does it because he feels like he has to for SART regulations. M was doing just because he thinks it is funny when I get nervous. Men!
Afterwards while we were waiting. M sang them a little song it went something like this “stick little embryos, stick, But preferably only one. And whatever you do, don’t split.” It was hilarious!
I have survived bed rest and am back on my feet. Though, I am super nervous about that. I am so afraid I am going to do something that is going to dislodge those little babies and make them fall out. I will continue to try and take it easy for the next few days. Though not sure M is going to allow that, I think he is sick of waiting on me.
I found out today that we only ended up with 5 frosties. I don’t know why but that number makes me kind of sad. I was really hoping for more. But it is what it is. I have my 5 little guys on ice, hopefully, I won’t need them.
I am super emotional today. I don't even know why. I know this post stinks, but I keep getting all weepy and am having trouble writing. Ugh! I guess the PIO is kicking in.
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