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Queridos compaƱeiros – the first chapter of my quest towards single motherhood is officially complete!

And sure, while the final wrap-up date could technically be considered two weeks ago – ā€œknock-me-out, aspirate-my-follicles, retrieve-the-Mork-spaceshipsā€ day:

  • the star of the show–my highly-boosted hormones–were just at the top of their rollercoaster ride, getting their Space Mountain pre-drop photo snapped,
  • a fact for which I somehow had not prepared myself at all,
  • but of which, since October 30, I have become all too aware.

Mork spaceship reference Fig A. Yes, officialy the most niche reference I’ve ever made. Just a big Robin Williams fan 🫶

Indeed, the aftermath of the surgery has very much been ā€œseatbelts-on-arms-and-legs-inside-the-vehicle-the-ride’s-not-over-yetā€ā€¦. And honestly, going by the unforeseen eccentricities of my especially stimulated endocrine system–involving 4am Whodunnits like ā€œcrazy building radiator or estrogen-crash hot flash?ā€ā€“today as a wrap-up date could still be considered ambiguous. 😬

Come what may tonight, I’m still calling it now. After all, I just had my official post-op check-up at the clinic: effectively, my final visit to Fertility Madrid until this upcoming April (egg retrieval round 2).

(Also, I’ve been terribly remiss with the blogging updates, so let’s just skip over that fact and focus on this pseudo-auspicious occasion instead, shall we? šŸ˜…)

The ultrasound showed everything to be healing just fine after the operation. My doctor took the time to answer several questions that had been bouncing around my foggy brain in the aftermath…like, why might I have only had a ~54% egg maturation rate? Would this inform choosing the trigger threshold next time?… She reminded me that this remains part of the gamble: a certain number of follicles giving every (currently-known) proxy sign of being ready, of having responded well to treatment…but zero guarantee that there are even oocytes there, not to mention ones that are mature enough to preserve.

She did mention that instead of the Progesterona pill–which plays a vital role in trying to make sure the FSH (nourishing the follicle growth) is taken up equitably, versus overly concentrated with just a few–we could try a version administered by injection. I so appreciated her sharing this because: 1) none of my questions were meant as an attack; 2) it gave me a chance to realize that I now have zero panic at the mention of injections. Old hat – I’m officially a fearless pro! šŸ˜‚

As the meeting continues, my brain wanders to the ML experiments that must exist around optimizing egg retrieval—probably focusing on trigger shot timing. I start plotting how I’d bug Perplexity about this later, maybe even explore creating synthetic datasets to run my own modeling experiments. (Note to self: revisit that Google DeepMind project on Generative Adversarial Network-generated data for wind turbines…)

Apart from the medical info (and my smugness getting a cameo), the only other striking moment was when Dr. Ferrero responded to my fretting—about being older in a few months—with: ā€œYeah, but it’s good, you’ve already started now.ā€

A pretty generic response to an unproductive observation on my part, but somehow…the line hit me sideways. Not just about egg retrieval, but about everything I’ve been building with AI.

How often do we avoid starting something because we don’t have the perfect plan yet? And then, once we finally start, how often do we beat ourselves up for not being further along?

[blog_7_puente.jpg] Fig B. Ah, crossing the in between… (one of the bridges at Parque Madrid Rio – a favorite Madrid spot)

Both journeys, I launched into based on intuition more than facts—a strong but unarticulable sense of purpose, but no narrative points that would strongly recommend me for either undertaking. These were always going to be long roads, multi-step processes.

And of course, I ā€œknewā€ that all along, intellectually…but in that moment at the clinic, I realized I’d been carrying some irrational expectations: Egg retrieval, Check. Perfect AI support system for raising kiddos? Check.

Not: Egg retrieval? Well…one round–and there will need to be a second. Perfect AI support system? Friend, how about we figure out how to properly prompt engineer for the conjugation of an irregular Spanish verb first?

To which I respond: sure– and thanks to having gotten that wrong, I’ve got some ideas for how to get things right.


In the next few months, I’ll be bringing together everything I’ve learned from building my AI projects—earnest little toys, all of them—to support me toward Round 2 in April. It’s the season of taking stock–now that we’ve started, pausing to learn from the fruits of intuition. While I’m reflecting on the data points from this retrieval journey, I’ll be thinking about how to bring my AI teammates into the process. Agentic systems with MCP protocols! Offline models! Chain-of-reasoning! Machine Learning tool calls for collaborative pattern finding and anomaly detection!

Good things to fixate on at 4am instead of playing radiator-or-hot-flash detective. šŸ˜…

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Side note: No, I have NOT forgotten the project of sharing my findings from the Human-Computer Interaction papers (towards the relational health dashboard), I promise! But unexpectedly, I have found them thoroughly engrossing as a means to shore up my knowledge on classical stats and experimental set-up… so, the things I want to share about them are a little all over the place at the moment. 🫣 Am considering a substack newsletter zooming in on one tiny mathematical piece of an AI-related research paper every 2 weeks because why not, while I’m already struggling to keep up with this space šŸ™„)…. But for now, just know, it’s still in my context window. šŸ«