Egg Retrieval

There were a few bumps along the way this morning (sample collection from him, transportation to clinic, etc.) but luckily nothing too bad. We arrived on time, got checked in, signed paperwork, and everything was going ok.  Moment of truth when they checked my blood pressure and it was totally normal. I get high readings in doctors offices so it always skews the numbers, but I'd like to believe yesterday's massage may have helped relax me.


The anesthesiologist tried to be a hero and attempted a different vein even after I told him there's only one that cooperates.  Of course the first place he tried didn't work. He went back to The Vein they've been bleeding dry for the past two weeks and it worked on the first try. He was good natured and knew what he was doing. At one point my doctor came in while they were getting the IV set up and they were joking with us and each other - my cube became a party.


I love that the clinic is so efficient. They got me set up and ready to go. Seconds later, or what felt like it, I was back in recovery. As soon as I woke up I felt sharp stabbing pain I hadn't had the first two times. I couldn't help it and started tearing up. My nurse gave me pain meds and more heating pads which helped make it better almost immediately.


They retrieved 12 eggs. More tears.
Just 12?
Last time it was 23.
I knew the bloodwork was low.
Would it have been different if we waited a day? Doc said no. 


My husband made me feel better by saying that it only takes one, which is true. He also reminded me that last time we may have had 23 eggs retrieved but none to transfer, so what does that number matter anyway. Truth.


What's meant to be will be.  If I have to do it again, so be it.