Retrieval Day

Brad is on his way to Woodstock to drop off the little swimmers. He's called me twice already. He's supposed to pick up some instructions for me, so he called about that, and then to find out which way to go on I-285. I'm not worried at all about his part in the whole deal.

I'm not too worried about the retrieval, either. My donor had some really good follicles, and I'm sure we'll get a good amount of eggs. I've double checked about ICSI-ing the eggs, and was reassured that all of them would be ICSI-ed.

The next worry, after the retrieval, is fertilization. Last time, as you may recall, we had ZERO fertilization, and rescue ICSI was performed on the eggs. Rescue ICSI really doesn't work very often. So, I'm a little worried about that. And then I get to worry with whether or not the fertilized eggs grow.

So many worries, so MUCH time to worry about them.

I'm not Catholic, but I did grow up with a Catholic best friend. I went to Mass with them a lot. I have a thing for the saints. I guess I'm a little superstitious, I don't know, but I've gotten into the saints.

I went to Discount Catholic Products and ordered new medals. I've been wearing a St. Gerard and St. Catherine medal for about a year (or more), but my chain recently broke. You pray to St. Gerard for motherhood, and St. Catherine to protect against miscarriage. I wanted some new medals, so I ordered this St. Gerard, and this St. Catherine. Then my mom's friend Mrs. Mraz told her that I needed St. Anthony because he's the saint against infertility, so I ordered this. I decided that Brad needed a little Saint action, too, so I got a St. Joseph for him. St. Joseph is the patron saint of fathers. So I should have plenty of protection from the saints.

My mom is coming up here Friday. She'll take me for the transfer. My husband will be a nervous wreck. Last time, he built a wall while we were gone. Who knows what he'll do this time!