Well hellooo. I know it’s been a while but I wanted to rest up fully after egg retrieval and I didn’t feel up to typing of any sort this weekend :).
So the retrieval was at 9ish on Friday morning. We got there at 7:30 and hubby did his thing at 8:30. The IV they put in hurt like hell. I think my veins were just over it at this point. The anesthetist and the surgeon came to discuss the procedure with me and said I wouldn’t be out for more than 10-15 minutes. I tried reading to occupy my mind but I obviously couldn’t concentrate. When it finally came to go-time they took me to the bathroom to pee then walked me into the room. I had to lay down and pop my legs into the stirrups, there were about 5 people in the room and while she was strapping me in I had to recite my name and DOB for a lady with a clip board. As soon as I laid my head back I was out. I woke up around 10:15 and felt a tiny bit cramping but nothing to write home about. I got some crackers and a ginger ale and waited for the old surgeon to let me know how it went. We were out of there by 10:30 with 14 eggs waiting to be fertilized. I was so relieved and hopeful. It was a good day.
Fast forward to today. I’ve cried a total of 5 times. I’ve gone from insanely happy and excited to honestly wanting to cancel the whole thing and just give up. I had no idea the roller coaster of emotions I would have to endure. This is not fun at all and to top it all off, I am violently constipated. I have IBS issues and they’re in full swing right now. I’m very uncomfortable and emotional. It’s not a good combo.
The tally right now is pretty good, in my opinion. Of the 14 eggs, 13 were mature and 8 fertilized and yesterday I got the call that 7 were still in the running. They’re not going to call anymore with updates. I have to call them on Wednesday to find out how many were biopsied. I have no idea how I’m going to get through the next couple of days. I think I should start running again. Maybe it’ll help.
I don’t really want to talk about the next steps since I don’t want to jinx anything. I’ll write a blog about my crazy superstitions one day, but today, at this moment, we have 7 potential little babies growing far away from us and I love them and I just hope they’re doing okay.