For those of you who are unaware of the IVF process. Let me fill you in (sorry, I try to not make the blogs very descriptive, but in order to keep following you will want to know). Think of it as ovulation on steroids. They use medicine to simulate the ovulation process and try to capture as many eggs as possible to fertilize. Everything is printed out on a scary timeline. There are shots for stopping the communication between your brain and your ovaries so the doctors are in complete control, and there are shots for growing as many eggs as possible in your ovaries. Once all of the shots are complete, they harvest your eggs (yes, just as though you were a chicken on a farm). You hope to have multiple eggs for them to use and choose from because not all of the eggs will be good. Once they have the eggs, they gather the male counterpart and put them together in a Petri dish. Side note: they inject one sperm into the egg in hopes that they will work together and be perfect. I thought that was crazy because what I actually thought is that they put the one egg in a dish of a lot of sperm and they choose each other, like love at first sight. But, I was just living in my dream world again and unfortunately, it’s not as romantic as this. Anyway, while you’re at home, the embryo grows for a few days in the dish. After those few days you will find out if you have any viable ones and if you do, they are put back inside you. Ten excruciating days later you will find out if any are thriving and if you are pregnant. Obviously there are many variables in this and many things that can go wrong.
I just keep telling myself that all we need is one. One surviving embryo that wants to be with us. One little bunch of cells that we can love and cherish all the days of its life. And hopefully, by the time this all takes place, I will have reappeared as my normal self.
My Random Thought: Why does new makeup make a girl feel so damn good? I’m banned from Ulta until this process is over with.