Stalking the Stacks with Library Lil
*Stalking the Stacks with Library Lil* |
2002-07-01 Sunday it turns out was the "big day" the egg retrieval day. We had to be there at 9:30 am, in order to be there we had to leave at 7am. Turns out I must have passed this place every time I went to take BPM to her appointments. weird. At any rate, the worst part was they absolutely could not find a vein for my IV. Took three tries before they got one in. My hands are bruised let me tell you. Then they strapped me in and put me into twilight. After what felt like seconds but what was 1/2 hour, I heard them saying 22 eggs! When I came to I discovered I had heard wrong and they had gotten 24. Two dozen, husband said after he finally came in. Turns out they didn't take him to do his part til after I was awake, so I had to wait a long long time. I felt a little sore, like someone had been poking my a lot in the ovaries (which actually they had) but otherwise ok. I didn't have to take any pain medication either. So husband took me home, we fought over what I could and could not eat. I have to be off my acid reducer while I take my antibiotics, so I need to have no fatty, greasy, spicy foods. I want those things though so we fought. Eventually we decided I could have a sandwich from subway. I thought they made all their bread fresh? So why on earth was mine STALE? Have no idea, don't want to know, just was happy it had onions on it.Today, I was supposed to work from 12-9. I called in and said I'd be in at 5pm. My office thinks I'm dying. I swear they must think I have cancer or something. I just don't want to tell them everything. It isn't their business, and besides I get enough pressure from my mom. My mom's response was, "we should call the child precious, but not in a creepy way like in lord of the rings". HA! It is like her clock is ticking. The RE's office called this morning to say that 19 of those eggs fertilized. Which I think is terribly cool. She also wanted to check that I hadn't taken too much of my last med, as that would cause hyperstimulation. They weren't sure on Sunday if my transfer would be wed this month, or sometime next cycle. I think it depends on how I feel--am I overstimulating or something. I feel pretty good though today and between that and telling the nurse that I had taken the correct amount of the drug (maybe even a little less), I think we might be on for Wed. I'm thinking that the call tomorrow will firm that up, as well as let us know how many embryos we are transferring. Probably 3. We'll be freezing the rest, assuming that they all live and develop normally. I think husband is overwhelmed. Infertility seems to be the topic for the day, sixty minutes last night had a thing on how many women feel like they can put off child bearing til their 40's with IVF and such. I think they only issue I had with it was the underlying thought that women HAD to have a child to feel fulfilled. Let's just get one things straight here, I don't *need* a child to be fulfilled. I want a child, but I don't need one. I don't need a biological one. I am fulfilled, and that is what I want to share with a child. hmm that was a mild rant. And all over 60 minutes. Clearly, I shouldn't be allowed to watch tv after having my ovaries poked. |
