Retrieval and Fertilization: 3 is the Magic Number

Yesterday’s egg retrieval went just fine and afterwards we learned that The Russian had gotten 7 eggs.  Not gonna lie, kinda had my hopes up that we’d indeed get 8-10 as she’d predicted earlier.  But hey, 7 is still 7.  I was okay with the anesthesia and in fact, I think the 20 or so minutes I was on oxygen really helped my congestion.  I spent the rest of the day on the couch watching Veronica Mars and consuming such comfort foods as butterscotch pudding, hubbo’s chocolate chip cookies, tomato soup and copious amounts of tea and juice.

Got the call today that 3 of the 7 had fertilized – too early to say why the other 4 weren’t on the fert train – and still too soon to know when we’ll do the transfer.  I’ll hear tomorrow afternoon as to if we’ll do a Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday transfer, though the nurse I talked to said, “if I were a betting person, I’d say it’s going to happen Tuesday, but we’ll know more tomorrow.”  I mean, I also know that we’re far from out of the woods – we have to wait to see if the three make it to transfer, and if the quality is enough to transfer at all.  

It’s a mind storm.  A mind storm.

So I got myself a little worked up, was a bit overwhelmed, felt the odds were stacked against us….the whole nine yards, and then my husband came home from taking the dog to the beach to announced that they’d invented a new game: Ultimate Patience.  It was a sarcastic game they’d invented in trying to find a non-existed parking space – patience in the face of a situation you can’t really change.  

And we all know, Ultimate Patience is what this whole deal is all about.

I still released a few tears, but hey that’s cool, and I felt better afterwards.

Which brings me back to 3. Because 3 is what we have and I can’t change that. Until I hear tomorrow’s update, I have to figure that 3 is where it’s at, because after all, there’s the rule of threes. 

It’s a G. D. Rule.

The rule of Three is a writing principle that suggests that things that come in threes are inherently funnier, more satisfying, or more effective than other numbers of things. The reader or audience of this form of text is also more likely to consume information if it is written in groups of threes. From slogans (“Go, fight, win!”) to films, many things are structured in threes. Examples include The Three Stooges, Three Little Pigs, Three Billy Goats Gruff, Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

A series of three often creates a progression in which the tension is created, built up, and finally released. Similarly, adjectives are often grouped in threes to emphasize an idea.

The Latin phrase, “omne trium perfectum” (everything that comes in threes is perfect, or, every set of three is complete) conveys the same idea as the rule of three.

In comedy, it is also called a comic triple. Two is the smallest number of points needed to establish a pattern, and comedians exploit the way people’s minds perceive expected patterns to throw the audience off track (and make them laugh) with the third element.

I know this last one especially well because I work in comedy and we’re constantly leaning on the Rule of 3s to create a build, get a laugh, and give the audience that specific gratification.  They may not always see a 1-2-3 punch coming, but they certainly appreciate it.

And therefore, in this game of Ultimate Patience, I hang on to The Number 3:

because it’s a Rule

because I don’t have a choice  

And, because according to Schoolhouse Rock, 3 is indeed, a magic number.


IVF Scan 6: Bring It On Down to Triggerville

Had scan 6 yesterday with The Russian and the follicles had progressed nicely – one even at 19…..she measured, she looked, and then turned to me and as matter-of-factly as anything simply said,

“so now we trigger and go retrieve them.”



So I sit with The Russian’s right hand and she walks me through the next couple of days.  At 9pm take the last little bit of my Follistim, the last full dose of Menopur and another shot of Ganirelex, which is really hard not to call galifianakis.  And then I’m told to take my trigger shot of Pregnyl at 10pm.

Well, 10pm is an awesome time…..on any night of the week except Thursday.  On Thursday nights I host an improv jam from 10pm-Midnight.  I know, Grandma here gets sleepy ti-ti by end of the fun.  So, I take it at 9:55pm in the bathroom at the theater….so, very rockstar.  I was a bit worried because the needle looked massive, but I’ll be damned, perhaps thanks to my cushiony fanny, it didn’t hurt at all. Again, the super sharp needles end up doing almost all the work and just sliding in.

Today I’ve just been lying low – had an appointment with the vet and then acupuncture.  One of these days I’ve got to write about my experience with acupuncture, because I love it and I know that it’s been a huge help.  I’m fairly certain that it helped me get pregnant the first time and that it helped my body handle the miscarriage as well as it did, which was pretty well.   I would point anyone in the direction of acupuncture, and have.  I have to think that it’s going to be the East meets West combo platter of treatment that gets me knocked up.

I think the cold’s gone into full-blown sinus infection because I Am Miserable.  I will be happy when it goes the fuck away.  I’m on antibiotics for tomorrow’s egg retrieval…..I can only hope they also start taking the edge off the sinus pressure….which is so bad that my upper teeth hurt.

We head to the suburban office bright and early tomorrow for the egg retrieval – hopes are high for happy hunting.