Giddy. Scared. Excited.
I like my job about as much as I like a stick in my eye and yesterday one of the fellas said, "Roccie, why you always walking around here with such a big smile on your face?"
I think everything is going down next week. Whoa.
Donor eggs. Why isn't everyone talking about them? I could talk about them all day long. The gal at Whole Foods asked me how my day was going. I must have given a resounding GREAT because she asked me why it was so great.
Hm. You really wanna know? So I told her, "Mydayisawesomemydonorjustgotapprovedandithinksheisrockandroll."
I could have knocked her over with a feather. She was quiet for a moment as she digested it. She beamed back at me and I saw the reflection of my joy. More rock and roll.
I am just so freaking happy.
My donor's stims cost me about $1500. Mine? About $4000, maybe more.
My day 5 ultrasound? I had seven follicles. My donor? Thirty.