the last day that I don't have a little something something growing inside of me.
My egg retrieval was moved up to Saturday morning instead of Easter Sunday. They originally thought that I had 30 follicles that were beautiful and waiting to hatch into little Courtney and Brian's. I overstimulated at the beginning of the week, and I just knew that we were going to be done, because you can't overstimulate. They got me back on track, and retrieved a day early.
Of course, Brian took some lovely videos of me with no makeup, hair back with no product, glasses, and in sweats, those I think we will save for our children when they are grown.
We went back, I have no veins left in either of my arms because I have been poked about 80 times and they are all blown. The Anesthesiologist however took my warning of leaving the top of my hand out of it, and found a nice vein in my left arm (which mind you had been poked about 8 times within the week prior). I went to sleep nicely, woke up with this amazing heating pad on me and my wonderful husband sitting next to me.
Dr. W. came in and said out of the 30 beautiful follicles only 11 were mature enough to use, the rest either were too small, or didn't have an egg inside of them. Bummer...only 11...that's okay right??? No answer, he didn't want to tell me one way or the other.
Next, it's Brian's turn. Needless to say I will not go into any details, if you would like to do a google search on PESA, you can then say that my husband loves me unconditionally. I sat with him rubbing his head, as they cannot numb the inside of the vein, they can only numb the outside, and he was in pain. The first sample looks beautiful...a beautiful sample with no sperm.
No sperm, I am thinking, we didn't go over this scenario in our head. We never even thought that he wouldn't have any...it has only been 3 years since his vasectomy. They go in for round 2...
At this time I am shedding my clothing as the temperature of 97.3 degrees is starting to affect my breathing. I finally decide I need to leave the room, and as I do I pass out in the waiting room. 30 more minutes go by, and by this time I am crying and consumed with, "why didn't we think about this!" We had prepared ourselves for everything else!
Finally Traci, the godsend of a nurse, pokes her head out the door and yells, "We have swimmers!" I immediately run back to see my husband laying down, all I can do is just tell him how much I love him for doing this!
Sunday morning we have another appointment to receive our progesterone, and have more blood work done. More blood work, I have no more veins. So after 8 pokes, and no luck, they hit the same stinking vein that the previous 8 pokes plus the IV was in! Ahhhh!!!
We were at the doctor's office so long that we missed church, of all days that we needed to go! So we took off for Winnemucca a little early. About half way there the phone call came.
Out of the 11 total follicles 6 were mature, and 5 fertilized. So that means we have 5 little Brian and Courtney's toasting in a petri-dish! Woohoo...
Transfer is tomorrow at 1:30. Everyone should call Brian and tell him what a trooper he is! After this, I know that there is no one that can love me as much as he does!
