Lucky Number 13?January 25, 2011 at 10:00 am | Posted in IVF #4: I'm STILL doing this?, Stuck with You (aka: Family) | 12 Comments
So J and I have always named our embryos that we’ve transferred.
We’ve named our embryos alphabetically. We had Alfred and Beatrice, the two day three embryos from IVF #1.
Our first blastocyst transfer, on a FET where we thawed a day three embryo and cultured it to day five?
That was Homer.
On O’s cycle, we transferred Jack-Jack and Indiana Jones.
(Though J insists that he named the embryo-that-became-O “Jesus” instead. Despite the fact that I nixed Jesus multiple times during my pregnancy.)
As we waited for the nurse to come and take us back to the transfer room yesterday, it struck us.
This embryo was our thirteenth.
We named it Moe. For no reason other than Moe is easy to say.
But I did mention to J: Wouldn’t it be neat if 13 was our lucky number?
In my head, I have been trying to think of Moe as lucky number 13.
My sister called me close to 8am this morning. Her retrieval was at 6am, which she made it through with flying colors.
She is sore, but okay.
And they got thirteen eggs.
I wish I had the emotional reserves to, you know, take HOPE from it.
I mean, I’m not hopeLESS.
I’m just not really feeling much of anything, one way or another.
Which, you know, is FINE. Can’t influence the outcome of the cycle one way or another.
But I’m going to post this anyway.
Because I really do hope that 13 is lucky for BOTH my sister and me.