Uno, dos, tres -- arriba!

Han Solo has been upgraded to the Three Amigos! Hip, hip, hooray! Happy dance! Yes, my friends, they were able to get THREE eggs at retrieval today! Yippee! There was the giant Jabba the Hutt 25mm follie - which I was starting to get afraid would have 1) ovulated on its own, 2) withered away, 3) turned out to be an empty follicle (kudos to Nurse D who felt the need to remind me of that possibility yesterday afternoon, causing much tossing and turning). In addition to Jabba, the RE on duty was able to get eggs from two smaller follies. Upon my immediate response that they're probably immature (I swear, I'm usually a glass-half-full gal) the RE said no way is that the assumption and he's seen all sorts of eggs make it through.

The day started off not so great, there was the worst traffic on the way up to the clinic. We had allotted ourselves 90 minutes to get there, it's usually a 40 minute drive. But it was borderline rush hour (on the later end), so we wanted extra time but no more than 90 minutes because NoodleGuy does his samples at home and 90 minutes is the cutoff to get there. As soon as we got in the car and turned on the local news radio station, we hear Arnie Pie-in-the-Sky traffic copter dude saying "This is the WORST traffic morning I've seen in a year!". Awesome. There was a tractor-trailer that turned over right near my clinic, 25 miles north, so it was backed up pretty much to my front door. I was concerned about making it to my appointment on time and possibly ovulating while weeping on the steering wheel. But more than that, I was panicking about NG's swimmers, who were like a ticking time bomb. Bourne Identity-style, we whipped out our GPS and mapped out an alternate route which turned out to be somewhat disastrous too, there were accidents ALL OVER Boston today. Was there a city-wide pub crawl last night or something? Anyway, I called my clinic at 9:20 regarding my 9:30 appointment and the sweet receptionist said not to worry, the two women booked before me hadn't even arrived yet due to the traffic. We wound up getting there at 9:40, so the swimmers spent 100 minutes in their pre-orgy vacation cabin. Apparently, though, they were none the worse for wear and were in tip-top shape post-wash. Phew!

We got shepherded in and prepped. The clinic was backed up due to the staff being affected by the traffic too, so I got in about half an hour later than planned but everything went as well as it could. A little crampy afterwards, but nothing major. I was bummed not to get my own RE for the procedure, I could have grilled him with more questions. But the doc who did the procedure now has a soft spot with me since he managed to get 3 eggies, so it's all good. :)

So, as I said earlier, I'm aware that the big follie could be post-mature and the two smaller ones could be premature, but there's nothing I can do about that now, so I'll just enjoy the fact that they got triple the predicted outcome until I get the fert report tomorrow. Maybe finally getting three follies to respond will help my RE toggle the antagonist a little better if there's a next cycle to get all the follies in synch, if nothing else.