Okay...let me start by saying that all of the stuff that I thought I would get "accomplished" yesterday is laughable now that I've actually be through the egg retrieval process. I sat on the couch and didn't do anything...less than nothing. It was all I could do...I was so sleepy and crampy and felt gross. Here's how my day actually went:
1. Get up, have breakfast, search the internet to calm my nerves, and then go back to bed two hours later.
2. Sleep, get up at 10, shower, and get ready to go.
3. Arrive at the embryology lab and get undressed...we had trouble with the booties and getting the gown on right...we had it backwards.
4. My anestheiologist, Rod, set me up with IV (Bill watched which is huge for a guy with a needle phobia). My nurse came in to talk about post-operative instructions and consents. Surprise #1 - we would have to start the progesterone in oil tonight - that's the shot in my butt. I could immediately see Bill tense up, but he was okay after they told him that they were ready for him to give his "sample."
5. Bill came back. Dr. O came in to talk with us about what was going to happen. I wheeled myself to the bathroom for the last time before the procedure. Then Rod came to get me.
6. I got into the operating room and they started to give me the good stuff...they had me stand up to recite my name and SSN. Then I sat down and they started to put my legs in the stirrups and everything else is blackness.
7. I wake up and, of course, I'm sick (even though I told him to give me the anti-nausea stuff...who knows). So, I dry heave a couple of times and realize I should ask how it went. Bill said that they retrived 7 mature eggs...I wasn't sure how I felt about that number, but it is my favorite number, so that's good! I couldn't help thinking that nothing mattered until we found out how many fertilized.
8. Then I have to walk around, get dressed, and go home. I slept most of the way home, but we had to make some stops before going to the house. Bill got the prescription for Vicadin filled, picked up some Tylenol (can't have ibuprofen products, but I can take narcotics...gotta love that), picked up some magazines and then finally went home.
9. Next, I proceeded to sit on the couch for a while.
10. Had dinner - buffalo wings and fries.
11. Fell asleep again.
12. Bill called me upstairs to get my progesterone shot. I also had to take my Estradiol, pre-natal vitamin, and the Vicadin (my first for the day...I'll wear that like a badge of honor).
13. Shot time...I could tell that Bill was so nervous. He had everything laid out and was really uptight about it. I could have cared less b/c all I wanted to do was finish watching "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas" and pass out. I was ready for anything. He had me lean over the bed and stand in a special way that he learned through his class. Then he took this red marker and drew all over my ass! I looked like a freaking tic-tac-toe board! Then he loaded up the syringe and asked me if I was ready...I was like yeah...bring it on! I felt a small prick, nothing, and then another small prick. This was the first time in my life that I have ever had to ask, "Is it in?" I felt like a pervert. Either way, it was done...no problems at all...Bill survived, I bled a little bit, but it was nothing like I had envisioned it to be. He tried to rub it in the muscle, but I didn't see the point in it, so I got into bed. He couldn't believe that it didn't hurt, so kept asking me questions like, "you didn't feel it?" no "But it was all the way in...one and a half inches." didn't feel it honey "do you think I got it in the muscle?" I don't know...probably, don't worry.
14. Took all of my pills, brushed my teeth, and then felt this dull throbbing pain my ass. No doubt, Bill got the needle all the way in.
15. Got up at 4:35 this morning in pain and with a throbbing ass...took more vicadin and took the dog out. Then stayed awake for about 30 minutes before going back to sleep. I kept thinking about how these tiny little parts of Bill and I were getting more action than we had in months! TMI? Possibly, but that's what you get with me sometimes!
16. Woke up around 9:00, watched television in bed for a while. Talked to my parents and then the doctor's office beeped into my phone call. I was nervous. I got my pen and paper all ready to go. She told us that of the 7 mature eggs that were retrieved, 6 had fertilized and were in the 2-cell stage. She said that we would know more tomorrow and that my nurse would be able to tell me the date for the transfer. It could be for Tuesday or Thursday...nuts!
So, all in all, I'm cautiously optimistic. I think that 6/7 is pretty good, but it could all change overnight. I guess something to focus on is that I have more babies right now than I ever have had before! Thanks for all of your good wishes and I'll keep you updated. Have a good Sunday! Bill and I will spend out day watching the Giants/Eagles game and trying not to kill each other!