It's Happening.

Sunday morning began with sunshine. A couple dropped tears as the emotions of everything are setting in, on our drive to the ultrasound. It's been 2 years, almost to the date of our first round. And as hopeful and positive as we've been, we still have our moments of ever loving fear. But we're holding it together, as best as possible. I'm seeing October as a positive sign. My Mom's birthday, sister's birthday, and grandfather's birthdays are all in October, along with a good friend's. We've both seen several rainbows and had some other signs along the way.

We arrived a few minutes late to RSC, but were taken in immediately for blood work. With in moments of heading back to the waiting room, we were called in for our ultrasound. There is one tech there that I absolutely love, and thankfully it was her day to work! She's so positive, always smiling, very thorough. At one point she was looking at our eggs and said "Go Team!". That's the kind of gal she is. Absolute gem.

As she begins scanning, she first views my uterine lining. We're up to 11! Anything over 7 or 8 is good. Then she shifts over to my left ovary and all you can see is huge dark spots. Those dark spots are follicles, all different sizes, all different shapes. She begins measuring. 18. 16. 22! 15..... So I asked what it is they want to see for sizes. "At least 3 measuring over 18." Then she moves over to the right side. 15. 12. 18. My mind begins to flood.....this is really happening! My body has made it to retrieval. It's still up in the air at this point, because the blood work needs to come back before any decisions can be made.

After the appointment, we drove up to Wachusett Mountain for their annual Apple Fest to meet up with some friends. Slightly chilly, but all in all, absolutely great day! Ran into a few friends, my hairdresser and the winner of the female 5K! Congrats to Val! Took the tram to the top.

As we were heading back to our car on the shuttle bus, my phone rings. It's the nurse from RSC. And of course, I don't have paper or a pen with me. Thank goodness for smart phones and email. As I'm listening to her, I look up to find one of my closest friends, her husband, cousin and her boyfriend sitting directly across from us. No joke. Small world people, small freaking world.

Estradiol is 1100.

Can't remember what my LH was.

12 follicles measuring over 10cc (yay!)

Instructions: Stop taking Lupron. Take 150 of Gonal F Sunday night between 7-9pm. Take HcG trigger shot at 11pm exactly. Egg retrieval is scheduled for Tuesday at 11am. 

Trigger shot is done exactly 36 hours before retrieval, it helps mature the follicles an extra 2cc. So there's a slight possibility we might have over 12 eggs. 

It's happening. It's really happening.

We've made it this far. Here's to hoping we can make it through the next couple of steps. The hard work is over. No more shots! Tonight I don't have to take a damn thing, and let me tell you, it feels good. The trigger shot really burned, and the injection site is super tender. (I might be wearing yoga pants at work today. Don't judge me.) 

Tomorrow, they'll surgically remove my eggs. Hubby will make his "deposit". They'll inject his sperm into my eggs, only the good looking guys though. (This step is called ICSI.) They'll watch our embryos grow for up to 5 days. Depending on their growth, our transfer will either be 3 or 5 days post retrieval. In between retrieval and transfer, I plan to hit up some Bikram, the chiropractor and schedule an appointment with a acupuncturist for after our transfer. (Do the research people, it's shown the help.)

So tomorrow, when you're sitting at your desk, running your errands, or doing whatever it is you do at 11am, please say a quick prayer, send some positive thoughts and energy our way. If you can of course.