Thank you soo much for all the well wishes this morning. I couldn’t reply but it felt so good reading them after. Apparently I woke from sedation saying ‘eggs’ again. I think it’s because I fell asleep staring at the operation lamp that looked like an embryo dividing. I remember the Anaesthetists making small talk with me and then knocking me out while Dr Oracle appeared to do the egg collection. That or I was hallucinating it was him to comfort myself. I can’t get used to all these strangers getting a view of my vagina.
Dr Oracle looked a little sad when he came to see me after egg collection. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, like he’d personally failed me. He had hoped for 9 eggs and even I was baffled that my plentiful follies were empty. I’m not obsessed with numbers, since the last time I got 12 and they didn’t get me anywhere but I know with PCO there’s a chance some of my eggs won’t be mature and some won’t fertilise. I’m also worried because we lowered my dose considerably for a couple of days of stimming. When I thanked him later he said, ‘No don’t thank me, I haven’t done anything. You can thank me when we get a heartbeat.’ I thought that was sweet and very glass half full.
This time even with few eggs, egg collection hit me completely. I felt seriously faint when I tried getting up, super sore and I managed to puke up too. How graceful! Apparently if you’re not a big drinker (alcohol), it’s quite common to puke up.
I am disheartened slightly and worried but at this point I can’t change the outcome. It is what it is. I can only pray that a few of those eggs will tango amazingly with Super Man’s sperm. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. I am grateful for IVF but my God this is a lot to go through. At any given moment, there’s a possibility of falling apart spectacularly. Someone keep the glue ready.
Ps I plan to catch up with comments later tonight – once I’ve eaten the world. I’m so hungry!!