Didn't get much sleep last night...I was worried not only about the retrieval but also about how I would cope with an early morning and no fluids or food. Come on, I NEED my breakfast just to feel human! So I ate a large dinner last night, snacked and then sipped on water until just before midnight; the designated cutoff time.
Got up early this morning and after avoiding Hubbs as much as I could while he ate his breakfast, we hit the morning commute to get to the clinic. Arrived nice and early and it wasn't long before I was chatting with the anesthesiologist. Hell of a nice guy, just as well seeing as I was putting my life in his hands, so to speak. While getting prepped I had them laughing as I told them that Hubbs and I had been trying to decide whether we should order our eggs over-easy or sunny-side up. We decided on sunny-side up :)
The anesthesiologist said he was ready to give me my Mimosa's but I asked if he could make it a Margarita instead...and he obliged...such a nice man ;) Within minutes I felt the room start to sway, or was that the palm trees I was picturing as I heard the waves crash upon the beach. Man, these drugs are good!! I was warned I would have amnesia and wasn't surprised as any good drinking binge will produce the same effect. Just was hoping for no hangover afterwards.
After heading back to the beach hut I realized that I was suddenly joined by a nurse and some doctor's. What a messed up fantasy this was turning out to be! Wait, I have how many eggs?? I'm still shocked and surprised that after being told 3 days ago that it looked like I only had about 7 follies at a good size, that from within the deeper regions of my innards they manage to dig up a total of 20 treasure chests. 20 eggs retrieved...who knew! Everyone seemed pleased but I was still coming around and couldn't be sure if this was the effects of the Margarita still wearing off.
I had to stay put for a while after they unplugged me. I wasn't expecting the pain in my lower abdomen and lower back to be quite that bad. I do have a low pain threshold and figured it was just me being a big baby but they were as sweet as can be and the nurse stayed with me as I plucked up the courage to sit up and get dressed. As Hubbs was about to begin his fantasy in another room they found me a quiet area to rest while he watched me cavort and frolic around on his iPhone. Wished I felt that sexy at the time, but instead I just wanted to go home and go to bed, for all the wrong reasons. Hubbs eventually emerged with a big grin on his face, and helped me get up and walk to the car. He's such a sweetheart. Really, this process, no matter how it turns out, has brought us even closer and I still can't believe that this wonderful man is my Husband. I really really hope that I can have his child!
So I am now lying in bed still in a wee bit of pain and quite bloated but it's getting easier. The heat pad has really helped. Was famished at lunch and ate a bowl of soup and toast, all delivered to me by my personal waiter, Hubbs. Such wonderful service!
I just got the phone call from the clinic with our scheduled time for transfer; Monday at 11am. We'll know more tomorrow when the doctor calls with an update on how our little frogspawn are doing. Finger's crossed :)
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