Friday, February 12, 2010

And then there were 4

We went on Tuesday for the egg retrieval. I had sixteen follicles, some were quite large and Dr. Z knew they would be over mature we kept waiting for my lining to get thicker before we did the transfer. As I woke up from anesthesia I asked my husband "Poso kaneis" again. The same thing I did last time, which in Greek means how much do you cost, not how many were there. Apparently my Greek lessons aren't going so well.

Dr. Z only got 5 eggs out of the 16. She was expecting 7-8. Her exact words to me were "it was a disaster." As she went to get the eggs the first 6-7 were empty, not cyst like she expected but completely empty. No cells at all. She said she had to stick me 3 times for each 16, no wonder I'm sore, spotting and feel like my insides have been ripped apart.

There was talk of doing a 3 day transfer today (Friday) because they didn't think the embryos looked that strong. Not really a good option given my half uterus and if both took we would be up shit creek and be forced to do a reduction at 3 months. Thankfully they seem to be doing well and we are going to do a 5 day transfer. 6pm on Sunday, Valentine's Day and a holiday weekend. Have I mentioned I love my doctor? Hopefully this Valentine's Day will be a good one. 3 years ago is when we went in for our 8 week check up for our first pregnancy only to find out it was a blighted ovum. Here's to new memories of the Hallmark holiday.

I'm going to stay in clinic overnight. Due to my last cervical etopic pregnancy, I'm on strict bedrest from the time they implant until the pregnancy test. I'm thinking of going to my mother in laws for 5 days and then coming back to my house for the last 5 days of bedrest. Only bad thing is she only has Greek TV and no internet. I may go crazy if I stay any longer! I think it will help take some pressure off DH too. It's a shame that husbands are kind of the forgotten ones through all of this. Everyone is so worried about us, they don't think about the emotional toll it takes on them.

Does anyone else talk to their embryos when they drive past their clinic? I know it's stupid but as I was driving home from Greek class I passed by the clinic and told them hello, that their mom and dad loved them and told them to grow. Who have I become?

Here's to a good transfer and hopefully an embryo or two to freeze!

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