So I had my Egg Retrieval yesterday. Like my funky Christmas socks?
It turned out to be an emotional day. The day started with the 40 minute drive to the headquarters of my RE clinic. I usually go to one of the satellite offices that is about 10 minutes from my house. Anyway, every bump and crack in the road was torture. My ovaries were huge and oh so ready to be emptied. Once we arrived at the RE clinic and I felt fine. I was excited and happy to loose some of the bloat. The nurses took K and I back to the surgery center. It was so neat. I was surprised to see a real surgery area hidden away in the back of the clinic. I had always just thought that the door we went through was just another exam room. Anyway, I changed into my gown, put on my hair net thingy, got my IV put in and as the meds started to flow the nurse reminded that my E2 was really high and that I had to watch out for hyperstimulation. And I started to feel nauseous. I never get nauseous. I haven't thrown up in about 6 years. Seriously. Anyway I got scared and started to cry. It was so pathetic. I calmed down a bit and K got me to laugh about something or the other. But then a new nurse came around to insert some antibiotics or something to the IV and started to mention the OHSS and I lost it. I was just terrified. My RE came over then and got me to calm down by telling me that she would be administering a special medicine to help with the fluid retention. She always manages to calm me down. Have I mentioned how much I love my RE.
O.K. so anyway I kissed K goodbye and he went to do his part, I went to the surgery suite and asked my anesthesiologist where he got his degree and then I was out. All I remember next is waking up in the other room and feeling o.k. My RE came by my bed to tell me that we got 18 mature eggs, and 10 others. So she was pleased. And we were pleased. They started to give me gatorade and saltines and made sure that I pee'd and then sent me on my way.
I slept the rest of the day until I was woken up by puppy Bailey. He was so cute. He came over to my side of the bed to check on me and decided it was crazy that I was in bed at dinner time. So he started to bark at me like get up mom get up and play. Of course I just stayed in bed. So he jumped up on the bed and snuggled in next to me. Bailey is not allowed on the bed! He knows it and has never jumped up on the bed. But I was so happy to have him there giving me doggie hugs that I just let him stay for a minute or two before scolding him and making him get down.
The last part of my uber exciting day was the PIO shot. I was as scared of this as I was scared of developing OHSS. For reals. I have control issues and letting K stab me with a needle just isn't my thing. But he was awesome. And it didn't hurt at all. He praised me for taking it like a trooper and massaged the oil in. I was proud of him.
So that was that. This morning my RE called me herself to inform me that 13 of my eggs fertilized. 13 embies. 13! I'm thrilled with that number. So now we wait to hear on Sunday whether we should come in for a 3 day transfer or whether things look good to wait for Tuesday 5 day transfer. So today I feel happy. More bloated. But happy. I am drinking only gatorade and just had a bunch of saltines. I think I may have some miso soup for lunch. That is salty right?