Day 14; the harvest is over

I wanted to post something all day yesterday, but could never bring myself to do it. I was incredibly grumpy & on top of that crampy, bloated and achy. My feelings ranged from leaving dodge all together and throwing a hard, large object across the room. There was also the thought of leaving my husband. For a millisecond it loomed, without even a chance of consideration. Then it happened. We're all in this together, and it shows when we stand hand in hand & make our dreams come true. The tune, dance moves and all started parading in my brain. Yes, I thought--Gabriella, Troy and the gang were right. Although not a High School Musical super-fan like some, I did enjoy it & obviously the lyrics were catchy enough to stay with me 9 months after watching it.

We are all in this together, meaning whatever we face, we face together. Whatever problem we're given, we solve together. It's not a matter of who and when things come about, it's how we tackle what's in front of us. The covenant we made over 5 years ago brings in a 3rd partner who knows more and has more power than we ever will. He's in this together as well.

Before leaving for the clinic at 7:40 this morning, my Dad and Michael gave me a blessing. I had slept well (surprising for me knowing the anxiety I've dealt with in the past) & felt good about what was to come. The blessing further solidified that and off we went. My Dad took Eli back to his house to spend the day with Nana & Papa.

The preparations were few as they did a quick ultrasound to make sure the follicles were still there. Yep, they were. Good to go. I dressed in a gown and lay down on an odd-shaped bed with places for my legs to dangle above me. The anesthesiologist got to work & I don't remember anything else until I was in the recovery room. Apparently I kept asking the same questions over & over, but I don't remember that either.

The doctor came to tell me that they extracted 25 eggs! Wow, I asked, is that a lot? Sure enough, very high. Normal would be in the 17 and under range. The nurse helped talked me through the precautions to take once I got home and the signs to watch out for hyperstimulation. The doctor came back again to say that only 8 of the 25 eggs could be fertilized. The rest were not developed enough. Still, I asked again if that was high. Indeed, a little high. Average is more like 2-6. So, yay, 8 eggs have now been fertilized with Michael's specimen he donated while I was under.

I've spent the day in bed. For most of the day I felt really crappy. I threw up in the afternoon--it always happens after I've been under general anesthetic. I've been on a slow mend ever since, and now I'm feeling pretty good. I can resume normal activities tomorrow as I feel up to it. I'm mostly grateful that I feel at peace. I won't interpret that to mean anything at this point besides 'we're all in this together;' this is our life and the plan Heavenly Father has given us. We'll do our best as we stand together hand in hand and make our dreams come true. As long as we allow Him to stand with us I am assured that will happen.