Tuesday, July 24, 2012


Six follicles, six mature eggs. Just like Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Of course, I was half-hoping that a couple of the larger follicles would have 2 eggs each, but I'll take it. Now I'm just going to pray that at least half of them make it to biopsy.

The procedure itself wasn't a walk in the park, but it wasn't terrible. On the scale of difficulty/inconvenience, with 1 being easy and 10 being agonizing, I'd say that the shots were 1 and the egg retrieval was a 6. The pain wasn't terrible, but I do feel quite tender. And I'm just not a huge fan of the whole "procedure" thing, the arms out like Jesus, the cold room, the people in masks, being put under, the needle up my vagina. For the few procedures/surgeries I've had, I always cry beforehand. And of course, this is the first real procedure I've had done at this hospital since I delivered Eva, so that kicked up some feelings.

And since there always has to be one asshole at every big hospital occasion, the anesthesiolgist kindly played the part. Don't they always? As he gave notes to the nurse in front of me, he said, "well we had another dose of Fentanyl ready, but there weren't many eggs, so we didn't need it." Thanks, dude.

In summary: ER not too bad, but not something I want to do more than a few times. On the other hand, if it brings us a baby at the end? Worth it.

1 comment:

Io said...

Ugh, that dude is an asshole. Why is there ALWAYS an asshole?
The retrieval was the worst thing of the whole IVF for me. I was so sore the next couple days.
But most importantly - whoohoo! Lets go eggs!