My ovaries had a big day today.

While I experienced the ultimate Shabbat nap under anesthesia, Dr. Shapiro went on an egg hunt. He injected each of the 32 follicles and drew out 15 beautiful potential eggs.

Earlier in the morning, we provided a sample from the Chazzband (we’ll use this as Jeremy’s nickname, Chazzan’s-husband).

When I woke up in recovery, I was relaxed and felt like I was drunker than I’d ever been. I kept wanting to see my blood pressure, and remember asking the nurse with slurred speech (is my pulse too high?). Who knows why I thought of that. She was sitting next to me watching a reality show about fishermen on the high seas. I passed out again and woke up to her calling my chazzband that he could come back and get me.

As always, he was gentle and patient. He listened closely to the do’s and dont’s for the rest of the day. We went home and I slept another 3 hours.

Since then, I’ve been bloated beyond measure, uncomfortable to the point of painful when I go to the ladies room, and while tired, also anxious.

Now, we wait.

I wait out the swelling. (The follicles are beginning to bulk back up with fluid and it’s kinda awful).

We wait for news. Within 48 hours we’ll know how many of the 15 eggs fertilized and within the week we’ll know how many embryos we made.

It’s now in the hands of the embryologist and Ribono shel olam, Master of the Universe. It is out of my hands.

Shavuot begins tonight. A festival holiday where we celebrate in the sweetness and the responsibility we were given when we received the Torah.

For me, this Shavuot reminds us to have hope, be ready for great responsibility, and savor each sweetness we receive in this life.

May we study intensely, look within ourselves, and eat all the cheesecake. Chag Sameach.