by The Wannabe Mom
So far, so good.
Our egg harvest was a breeze—with just one little snafu resulting in a bulge of fluids and Propofol on my bicep. Ouch.
The Good Doc retrieved eight eggs from my belly. The hubby performed flawlessly. And by dawn’s early light—six of our eight eggs had fertilized normally.
Over the phone the biologist assured me, “This is really good news.” Instead of Googling the hell out of retrieval rates, fertilization rates, live birth rates, etc., I’ve decided I’m just going to take her word for it.
We’ll go back for our embryo transfer this weekend—assuming one or two embryos make it until then. Then I’m on bed-rest for two whole days.
I can’t wait to take a little time for myself. You better believe I’m going to milk it.
I’m taking today to get some acupuncture, a chiropractic adjustment, a massage and a pedicure.
I’m taking Saturday and Sunday to lie around and eat pineapple core with my legs elevated up on pillows while my friends and family wait on me hand and foot.
And I’m taking Monday to… ummm…well …because I want to. That’s why.
My mom is coming to stay this weekend and so is Grandma. I’m so lucky to have both of them. I think they feel lucky to be needed.
Grandma promises cookies and soup and magazines and a crock-pot of her Italian beef for my hubby.
A little bed-rest mixed with Grandma’s homemade chicken noodle soup is good for the soul–and it has to be good for implantation.
So for the next few days we’ll be doing a whole lot of magazine readin’—bad TV watchin’—oatmeal Raisinet cookie eatin’–all cozied-up under blankets and pillows keepin’ warm by the fire.
Most of you probably have Monday off too–so Happy Three-Day-Weekend! Stay warm and cozy–and milk it for all it’s worth.