Tomorrow, my future children (assuming they result in pregnancy) will be conceived (during church - just not at church, so they most likely will be angelic beings, my friend Dawn told me so!)
This thought has reminded me of the statistic I have often heard that only 20 percent of naturally made embryos result in pregnancy - half in which miscarry, so I am trying to think positive when I think my chances are 54 percent per embryo although miscarriage rate is comparable.
The medicine I took last night has probably been the most potent of the drugs I've been on. I have been tired all day with slight nausea. I also am severely bloated, very uncomfortable. I am looking forward to tomorrow to remove this feeling that a bowling ball is sitting on my pelvis.
Tomorrow, they will remove the eggs, by Monday they will be able to tell me how many were healthy eggs and how many they fertilized. Kevin and I get to determine the cap amount (the most we'd be willing to have fertilized). The only reason it would be different than that amount is if eggs don't fertilize, which is a very real possibility. Even when an egg and sperm meet, that does not always result in an embryo - magic has to happen (in the words of the nurse). So many variables, so many things to affect the outcome.
I am not nervous, just uncomfortable. I'll be taking a cocktail of meds in the morning, a valium tonight, and then they will give me a similar drug they give to those having a colonoscopy.
Then we wait... for two months... minimum.
After six years of infertility, she was blessed with the adoption of her oldest daughter who now is a teenager. Six years later, she finally became a mother a second time, this time with a baby through a donated egg and ivf. Throughout that time, she fostered nine babies and toddlers, met wonderful women who helped her grow, and learned to rely on Jesus. She started this blog with the hope that she could share her joy, experience, and willingness to grow with others, whether they battle infertility, toddlers, or teens.