To remove eleven (woo hoo!) eggs of varying quality from my uterus this morning, it took pain meds, a doctor, multiple nurses, a surgery room, a catheter, an ultrasound machine worth more than some houses, a microscope, and an embryologist.
Sperm retrieval is decidedly less high-tech. The toughest part of Mikes one physical contribution is making the difficult choice between Barley Legal and Cougar Hunt.
After Mike provides the sample, the doctor came in to tell us how plentiful my husbands sperm are and how wonderfully fast they swim. This is supposed to fill me with pride and hope, but instead, it makes me more aware of my own inadequacies.