The technical term for this is retrieval – the day they go in to get the many eggs that Jill had been growing as a result of the drugs she was on. I called it “C-Day” because the doctor said this was basically the day of Conception – after retrieving Jill’s eggs, they would be introduced to my sperm, some smooth jazz would be played (or at least I hope there was), and hopefully fertilization would occur.
It was kind of weird knowing that a 3rd party (a scientist in a lab) would be ‘intimately’ involved in the process. At this point I’m obviously aware that this is part of the process, but driving home – thinking about what was going on – it was a bit odd.
Right now is a pretty hectic time for Jill and I – there are some other “life” things in process that have served as distractions – and I wonder if I’ll look back on this day and ask why I wasn’t more emotional/shocked/expressive. This whole thing has been a process – a rather scientific process at that – and I’ve consistently focused my attention on that. Maybe as a defense mechanism – because in isolation I think this could be completely overwhelming.
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