Sweet SIXTEEN

Well, 22 to be exact...but we got 16 mature eggs!!  We are beyond grateful for such a successful retrieval.  This could be {quite possibly} the best birthday present EVER.

We drove downtown bright and early this morning for our 6:15 start time.  My nurse took my blood pressure, temp and weight and walked us back to our room.  I changed, donned my FABULOUS striped knee socks and gown, took a few pics (okay, a LOT of pics) and signed more consents.  My anesthesiologist came in, introduced himself and complimented my airways and veins (behave, sir).    Moments later, my nurse came and got me and I hugged my hubby good-bye...it was go time.

I walked across the hall, climbed onto the table, got an IV (ow)! and the rest is history.  Actually, the rest is that I love anesthesia...I mean LOVE.

After about an hour of digging around in my ovaries, we were done.  They wheeled me back into my room where my husband was waiting.  What was the first thing I asked?  C'mon, you know...how many???!!!  I teared up each of the EIGHT times he told me.

After catheter removal, Coke, Chee-zits and a delightful small, white narcotic, the cramps began to subside.  I was wheeled down to the car and we headed back home.

What now?  We wait...we pray.  Our little eggies are being ICSI'ed this afternoon.  We'll find out tomorrow morning how many fertilized and tomorrow afternoon if we'll do a 3-day or 5-day transfer.  To be continued...

I appreciate all of the well wishes...this group of someday mommas is the best!