It’s late and I should have been asleep hours ago, but I’m so anxious and excited that I am still wide awake staring at the ceiling. And I know that I shouldn’t count my chickens before they’re hatched, but tomorrow is the big day. I’m wondering how many eggs we’ll find tomorrow morning. It’s kind of like the night before Easter in a weird, emotional sort of fertility treatment kind of way.
My egg donor stimulated for 11 days and Dr. G is very pleased with the results. Here’s a number that we know: 14, as in, 14 mature follicles. Everyone stims differently and coincidentally, my lining didn’t thicken as fast as we thought it would either so it looks like she and I are a perfect match.
Anyway, I’m hopeful that Dr. G will retrieve all 14 eggs. I know it’s quality not quantity but I can’t help but want as many as possible. I told Dr. G I would help look, but I’m not allowed so I’m just going to have to sit and wait by the phone with my fingers crossed hoping.
I’m not going to sleep a wink tonight.