Hello Blogites, I'm alive still. Recovering, but still more sore than I'd rather be. Able to sleep more on my side than the last couple days, so that's nice. Still weak due to the lack of carbs! But alive and progressing in the right direction.
We have news of our eggies. Of the 19 eggs (technical term: oocytes), 16 were mature enough to attempt to fertilize. Of those 16 that were ICSI'd (shells cracked and spermie shoved in), 11 took to the fertilization and now we're holding out that those 11 progress to the 8 cell stage and the embryo stage. Cross those fingers.
So what else is going on? Not much. J has been awesome in taking care of me. He's quick to jump when I make a request for something, and last night even made dinner matching the doc's requests of veggies and protein (salad and brats, no bun for me). He texts a couple times a day to ask how I am feeling. He's been ideal.
Yesterday when he got home he told me that he had told a couple of his buddies at work what was going on, and one of the guys jokingly said, "I don't think J will be a good dad." Another friend who is pretty quiet most of the time, piped up, "you are sooo wrong! J will be a great dad. He's serious, but knows how to joke around. He's a kid at heart, but knows his responsibilities. And he's fun. He'll be great." I could see how proud J was to tell me that his friends felt this way about him. I too think he'll be a great dad.
And a few moments later he said, "I thought of a name for a boy." He told me, sorry that's classified information, and we actually had a discussion about names. Now, I've had a list of names in my phone for years, so I brought up a couple listed here. It was very sweet to see how excited he was that it feels like we're on our way.
We're actually on our way...one huge step down, another right in front. Partner by my side. I couldn't ask for more.
I love my J.