Well, all indications are that egg retrieval was a success. The process was not bad (and they give you good drugs for it), though I was starting to get nervous when they made a huge deal about the necessity of being on time for our appointment, because everything was timed very precisely then they kept me waiting for a half an hour. But, looks like I needn’t have worried. They got 10 eggs!
Now we wait until tomorrow and try to send healthy, happy vibes 8 miles north of our house and hope that those little guys all fertilize successfully and keep thriving. We only really need two for this round of IVF, but it would be nice to be able to freeze some for future use in case this doesn’t work. Tomorrow we’ll find out how many did fertilize and how many are looking good and when they want to schedule the transfer for. Mike’s going to have to cancel a business trip to be there, but that doesn’t seem to be too big of a deal.
Tonight we are going for our annual holiday dinner with another couple. They do know that we are doing this IVF procedure, so when I am not drinking lots of wine, they already know why. Mike declared the other day that he didn’t think I should have any alcohol between then and when we find out whether this works. I wholeheartedly agree that I shouldn’t drink anything between transfer and the result, but it seems to me that it would be okay to have a little something prior to the transfer. Maybe I am a little bit of an alcoholic, but I just want, like, half a glass of wine to go with my dinner. Tomorrow we are going to dinner with his brother and a friend prior to a concert. We’re going to a barbecue place that has hundreds of types of beer. They don’t know that we are in the middle of an IVF cycle. Maybe I can convince Mike that one beer is okay. But, then again the brother and his friend probably aren’t that observant to really figure too much out from the fact that I am not drinking. I could lie and say I am on antibiotics and they probably wouldn’t be any wiser. But, beer and barbecue? Mmmm.
Ooh, in food news, I made a Grandma S. apple pie yesterday. She (Mike’s Grandma) makes the most amazing apple pie and no one has been able to duplicate it. Mike said that he was sort of resigned to the fact that the pie would someday die with her (though she is going strong at almost 92). I got a pie lesson from her at Christmas this year, and I think I got the technique. It was about 95% as good as hers! This was very exciting in our household. I’ll just have to keep practicing, but the Grandma S. pies will live on!
