Five is the number of days I stayed on Lupron before starting the gonadotropin injections to get my egg follicles to hopefully get us a lot of little eggs for us to use. It seemed like time passed quickly after starting those, much quicker than the past weeks have been. Maybe it was the knowledge that we were that much closer to getting our little eggs. Maybe it was, too, that I could be done with these injections soon enough. Maybe it was a combination of all the little things slowly fitting together that much more. Today is the twenty-sixth of May, and we’re supposed to get a call from them today to see if my follicles look good enough to get the ‘trigger shot’ tomorrow for an egg retrieval on Sunday. I can only hope everything looks good, cause I’m tired of these injections making me a sweaty, bloated mess. Of course, what pregnancy hormones will end up doing is another story, but at least I’ll be pregnant then.
“Adelaide, come over here!”
I groaned silently, wishing I could just stay in my chair, but I walked out to where Irena was calling to me. She and Noemi were working on advertising Mayor Norley’s campaign, and I was going over the two teenage interns’ work.
“What?” I asked.
“Noemi thinks we should pay for the billboards, but I think we should save money and just put up some more posters.”
I thought about it for a second, wondering when the last time I’d looked at a billboard or a poster had been. “I think we should do tv commercials, actually. It’ll be easier to reach more people that way. When’s the last time you read a poster or billboard, you know?”
Irena processed the idea and smiled. “That’s actually great!”
While she was a determined, headstrong woman, Irena was also quite agreeable when her ideas weren’t the best. I liked that about her. Noemi was slightly more stuck to her opinion, but she was a great friend to hang out with. She would eventually come down from her opinions, especially if everyone else had decided against it.
“Coffee?” Irena asked, walking towards the break room.
“No, I’m fine, but I wouldn’t mind a break,” I replied. Dr. Mireles had said it was fine to have a little coffee, but I was playing it safe.
“No coffee?” Irena gasped, faking hurt. “I can’t believe you!”
I laughed. “Not everyone likes their coffee as much as you and Noe.”
“No, I’m serious. We can’t be friends anymore,” she said jokingly. “Anyway…Noemi, Adelaide had the best idea.”
Noemi was already enjoying her coffee, and I sunk into the cheap sofas of the break room, smiling. They were great to be around, and made work quite enjoyable, besides the fact I did like my job itself, it was much more fun with them around.
As much as I loved my job, I was insanely happy to get home once the day was over. The clinic was supposed to call between 5 and 7 tonight, and I was pretty nervous to find out the results. I was so ready to move on to the next step and be done with these injections, though who knows what the affects that the estrogen and progesterone injections I’ll have to take after the egg retrieval will have. It’ll be one step closer.
Six-thirty is the time they finally call, much to my relief. Dani is sitting right beside me as I pick up anxiously.
“Everything looks wonderful,” Dr. Brennan confirmed in his usual bubbly tone.
“So, does that mean we can schedule the retrieval for Sunday?”
“Yep! Can you administer the HGC shot at exactly midnight tonight for the egg retrieval to be at noon Sunday?”
I figured we’d be able to, so I replied yes, ending the phone call with a huge smile on my face.
“Guess we’re staying up until midnight,” Dani whispered, laying her arm around me.
We ended up watching a movie that night, cuddling together the whole time. A simple night with my wife is exactly what I wanted tonight, and knowing the egg retrieval was happening so soon was just adding to my happiness.
The movie ended at just about 11:40, leaving plenty of time to get the injection ready.
“Ready?” Dani asked, as I lifted up my shirt carefully, watching her wipe the spot clean before picking up the shot.
I nodded slowly. “I hope it works.”
“It will, Adelaide. We’re going to get lots of little eggs.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the familiar sting of the needle going through my skin. I hope we get plenty of tiny, healthy eggs. I really hope it does.
Thirty-six is the number of hours we had to wait to see if all the injections did their job. Saturday had been full of anticipation and laying around the house, a simple, drama free day. Lexie had to be at work all day, too, so we had the place to ourselves to fill with romantic flirts and sweet moments. It had slowly been warming up, and we spent plenty of the day outside, enjoying the brisk air and thinking about what it would be like when a little kid was running around in our backyard. It wouldn’t be quiet then, but full of life and new discoveries.
“What do you want?” Dani asks, out of nowhere. It had just gotten cloudier, much to our relief. It was going to be the start of summer next week, but it felt like summer was already here.
“Um, the baby… Do you want to have a boy or a girl?”
“Oh. Well… part of me wants a girl, of course, but I don’t want the reason we have a girl just to get it out of the way…but if we have a boy, I’ll feel bad for still thinking about having a girl.”
“I didn’t think about it like that. I guess there’s no perfect choice -” she stopped short as we heard Lexie come home. “And we’ll talk about this later…”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Hey guys, what are you doing?” Lexie asked, joining us.
“Ok. Well, guess what?! I got promoted!”
“Lexie, that’s great!” I exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.
“I’m so excited!”
“Hey, let’s celebrate,” Dani suggested, “we can go in the pool and I’ll bring out lemonade.”
“That sounds great.”
We sat around the pool with our legs dipped in, since it was still too cool to actually swim around. Our night consisted of talking about our day and telling stories, until it started to rain.
Lexie always has great stories about what happens in the kitchen, while Dani has this gift to make up intricate stories on the spot and make it all fit together. Our kids are going to love listening to their mom’s stories. Their mom. We’re going to be mommies.
Eleven fifty-four Sunday morning, I was put under anesthesia for the egg retrieval. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. Our future rested on this moment… if we got healthy eggs… if they successfully fertilized. If that little embryo got me pregnant. So many little things – and then I felt nothing. The next thing I remember is waking up with my wife by my side, holding my hand.
“Hey, baby,” She whispered comfortingly.
“Hey…how long was I out?” I asked, sitting up and looking around the room.
“2 hours. How are you feeling?”
The anesthesia had started to wear off even more, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable in certain places. “Sore. And tired.”
“Aw. It’s ok, we can go home soon. You should lay back down.”
“Did – did everything work?” I asked cautiously, laying back down like she said. The idea of a failed retrieval was still floating around in my head.
“Hey, you did great, sweetie,” she reassured me, smiling, “Kaya said that procedure went really well.” Dr. Bennett walked into the room at that moment with a big grin on his face. I squeezed Dani’s hand in anticipation, suddenly ten times more awake as we looked at him for answers.
“You responded wonderfully to the hormones, Adelaide,” he started, and I sighed in relief that this part was over.
“So it was successful?” I asked for confirmation.
He nodded, smiling. “Yes. We retrieved seventeen eggs, and fourteen were mature. We still have to see how many will be successfully fertilized, but it looks very, very promising.”
My heart sped up. We could have fourteen possible embryos.
“That’s good, right?” Dani asked.
“It’s extremely good,” he confirms happily, “and we’ll be calling you either tonight or tomorrow with the number of how many were fertilized.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Of course. And, Adelaide, you can start the estrogen injections tonight as well to prepare you for the possible embryo transfer on Friday.”
“We’ll see you Thursday for the pre-transfer ultrasound, providing everything goes well.”
We walk out of the clinic in high spirits, with the knowledge our baby is just so close. If everything works out, I could be pregnant on Thursday. Oh my god. That’s crazy – in a good way.
“I love you,” Dani whispered, “you did amazing.”
I rested my head against hers silently, tears slowly streaming down my face.
“Hey, sweetie, it’s ok,” she soothed softly.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, squeezing her tighter, “I was just really really scared it wouldn’t work.”
“It’s okay,” she repeated, kissing me on the head.
Thirteen is the number of eggs that were successfully fertilized, they inform us that night. It’s better news than we were even hoping for. It lets us sleep easily knowing so far, our eggs are doing great. By Wednesday this week, they’ll tell us how many of those embryos end up being viable for pregnancy, and how healthy they are. But for now, everything looks perfect, and that’s enough for me tonight. My wife and I have thirteen possible babies sitting in a little dish right now. And tonight, I dreamed of our future family, with four young kids running around, laughing. I can’t wait for it to become a reality.
A/N: My new theme (I know, I just changed it, but I changed it again 😂) makes the pictures huge, so I’m not making the pictures square anymore since they become bigger than you can see on the screen at once…