Retrieval

At the wee hours of the morning, we headed out to the fertility clinic for the retrieval. We arrived at the clinic, and we couldn't get in the building. We tried two different doors and the phone, but to no avail until we came across someone else trying to get in who happened to be the anesthesiologist. The nurse that eventually let us in was apparently out of hearing distance of the phone when we tried earlier.

So we get up to the clinic and get prepared. I had my cute soft little slipper socks ready to keep my feet warm. They also had blanket warmers, so I had a nice warm blanket too. Getting the IV in wasn't nearly as bad as it has been in the past for me. The part that hurt the most was when the nurse was flicking my veins before putting the IV in.

They walk me over to the OR and I wave goodbye to my husband. The anesthesiologist put the anesthesia in the IV, put an oxygen mask on, and put a heart-rate thingy on my finger. The next thing I know we are in the same curtained off area we started in. I'm always curious how they move people. The bed in the OR had a little hole near the bum area, so it wasn't the same bed.

Anyway, apparently when my husband came in, I said stuff to him, though I don't remember it at all. He told me I asked the same questions at least a couple times - though I don't know if I remember either time. And speaking of other things I don't remember, the doctor came in and told us that he was able to retrieve 10 eggs!!! Why do they tell you important information like that when you are still under the influence of drugs? The only reason I know this is because my husband was there. Although I did answer the doctor and say "that's good". Nope, don't remember that either. What's funny is that I just watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy where Meredith is under the influence of pain killers and doesn't remember any of her conversations either. It's so weird to think you can have these conversations with people, who think you're fully conscious, but you're not.

So the embryologist (who we met for the first time this morning) is going to call tomorrow with a report on how many of the eggs fertilized. I thought that we would be setting up a tentative transfer time for Thursday (if we were to do a Day 3 transfer)like the nurse said at our Sat. appointment or for Saturday (if we were to do a Day 5 transfer), but no one mentioned anything so I'll just call and talk to the nurse tomorrow.

As for how I feel. I'm o.k., but that might be the vicodin making me feel that way. I'm cramping and spotting just a little. I'm extremely tired, and I have to go to the bathroom a lot, it seems like. I'm looking forward to hearing the report tomorrow. I hope and pray we make it to a Day 5 transfer.