24

I'll be brief because I'm in a post Demerol "amIasleeporamIawake?" state of being. I gave 24 good looking eggs. I think the embryologists may have by now but sperm and egg together. The future children may exist. We won't know until tomorrow how many embryos we'll have. I'm watching the Darjeeling Ltd., my favorite half conscious on the couch movie. I'm not uncomfortable. I was sort of nervous about what might come out of my mouth under conscious sedation but nothing too strange was said...apparently I asked three times if they gave me the Versed already. By the third time, they were giggling. I actually do remember most of the procedure. As one of the three embryologists cleaned my eggs under the microscope the image was projected on a television above my head. There were 12 people total in the room. We gave the embryologists a bag of chocolate covered espresso beans.
I bravely tried to eat marscapone and amaretto crepes at a nice little restaurant after discharge, but barfed in the bathroom after 3 bites. My glasses fell into the toilet right before I tossed my cookies, so I had to quickly do it in the little rubbish bin. Gregg said he couldn't hear it from where he was sitting and we were the only patrons anyway.
Night night.
24 eggs. Holy cow!