PRAISE GOD! The hard part is over...

Well, today was quite eventful.  It started with the most restless night of sleep.  I was so excited and anxious to get to Fertility Partnership.  I kept looking outside our hotel window to see the snow falling steadily.  I just couldn't wait to clear the 8 inches of snow off our car and just get there safely.

Doctor Simckes and the staff were all there, bright and cheery and safe.  So, Jackie got me prepped and ready to go.  I talked to my ovaries and told them that we needed lots of eggs.  The anesthesiologist heard me and said, "How many eggs are you expecting?"  Shawnie said, "Maybe 6 or 8."  I got so excited. I was hoping I would have 6 or 8. That sounded like a GREAT number to me. 

The rest was really a blur.  I woke up in the recovery area and I don't remember much of what I said.  Apparently I gave everyone at least three hugs, but I only remember the last hug with each of them :-)
So...I asked how many eggs were retrieved.  I had probably already been told, but again...I only remember the last time.  I couldn't believe when they said (wait for it...wait for it) TWENTY SEVEN eggs!  WHAT? I fully realize that the majority of these will not be mature enough to use.  However, it certainly gives us more to work with.  Our chances are much better this way and a HUGE weight is lifted off our shoulders.

So, I asked the nurses to get my husband, but to please not tell him how many eggs were retrieved.  When he walked into recovery, I was crying like a baby with my face buried in my hands.  He immediately thought something was wrong (product of our past experiences with ttc).  When I told him we had 27 eggs, we both praised God and thanked Him for our abundant blessings. 

Now, for the funny part.  They wheeled me down while my husband got the car.  Well, he tried to get the car.  Apparently while we were in the office, the snow plows plowed the snow in a pile behind our car.  He tried for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes to get out of the parking spot, but he wasn't going anywhere.  My nurse ran upstairs to see if she could find a scraper.  All of a sudden, I saw two men running from the side of the building toward the car.  They helped push our car out of the space.  The men came through the front door and only then did I realize that it was Dr. Simckes and another soon-to-be daddy, whose wife was upstairs.  They heard we were stuck and immediately came down to help.  This is TRULY a full-service office.  Dr. Simckes is our hero!

We talked at length on our way home about the loving, caring staff at FP.  Nikki, Jackie, Shawnie, Aaron, and Dr. S are all amazing.  I believe they truly care about us.  They want this to work for us.  Special thanks to everyone for making this one of the most memorable days we have ever had.  We look forward to seeing them again on Sunday.