Tuesday was my next follie scan, and something really funny happened. I went in, took off my skirt and shoes, donned the blue gown and hopped onto the bed. The doc came in and helped me with the little blanky, and then set about preparing the scan. As I lay there, I got this overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Something didn’t feel right. And then it struck me, and I burst into a fit of giggles! The doc looked at me like I was nuts, and I blurted “I am soooo sorry, but I have forgotten to take off my underwear!” Well he ushered the nurse out as he quickly left the room, and after about 5 minutes he returned looking decidedly embarrassed. I was still laughing, and I apologised again, saying that I knew something was wrong, but couldn’t quite figure out what! That’s when he saw the funny side and started laughing too. He said that I have a lot on my mind, so it would only be natural to forget something like that. I could just imagine him going in for the scan and coming face to face with my frilly knickers!
So besides the comedy, my follies looked LARGE, and trigger was set for 9:00pm. I went to one of the nurses for further instruction, and it was my airy fairy nurse again. She explained the retrieval to me, and showed me a chart with the different stages of fertilization. There was one pic with an egg, and on the side of it a little spot of DNA (the DNA would be mine). In the next pic – after fertilization – there were two spots of DNA side by side. That would be mine and the Hoff’s. Well this had a very profound effect on me and for the first time in my life, I understood the title of Tertia’s book: So Close. We were closer than we’ve ever been to creating a little piece of him and I. I was overwhelmed, and cried all the way back to work.
Trigger went smoothly, and this morning I went for retrieval. I won’t lie, I have been worried about this step. I was really preparing myself for a not-so-great number, and when I awoke and checked my hand, this is what I saw:
10 eggs retrieved in total! I am so pleased, and feel a little more confident now. All we need to do now is hope for a good fert report. And the Hoff had a good pep-talk with “the boys” before he handed them to the lab, so they should be on their best behaviour. He asked me if I thought “my girls” and “his boys” had ever met before, and I said that in the past they had to find their own way, but today they got dropped off right at the party. With that said, let the partying begin!