...or so Dr. G says.
I just got the call from the nurse about my fertilization. (Of course, I was in the shower and John was walking the boy around the block, so missed it and only got a voicemail. They weren't supposed to call until after 3!!!)
She said 17 follicles were retrieved. (Knew that.) Seventeen were MATURE! (Did NOT expect that!) NINE fertilized! (Shocked by that!)
With Matthew, I had 13 retrieved, 12 mature and 6 fertilize.
With Luke, I had 16 retrieve, 8 or 9 mature and 4 fertilize.
In the nurse's message, she said Dr. G wanted to relay a personal message.
"You get better with age."
Well, maybe, but my body sure doesn't, ha ha!
The retrieval yesterday was ok, but I was definitely more sore than I ever remember with Matthew or Luke.
The good news (well, more of it) is that I didn't cry after I came to.
With Matthew, I was crying and crying because they'd only retrieved 13. (And right before my retrieval, a woman had 24 retrieved, so I figured I was waaaayyyy behind the curve!)
With Luke, I was crying and crying because it was really pretty emotional. (Like I need a reason to cry anyway!)
Yesterday, I apparently was telling everyone how much I loved them...how much I loved Shady Grove...bragging about how I wasn't crying, ha ha.
Again, a few nurses came in and told us that they were so touched by our story when they were watching it at their annual retreat, and I started to tear up some then. I think that's understandable!
So now we wait. Tomorrow Jackie will call me and give me more of a breakdown and probable transfer information for Tuesday.
Wonders never cease.