A More Coherent Reflection on Retrieval

Ever since finding out about my three follicles I was really depressed. I went to work, but didn't do much beyond what HAD to be done. I ate a lot of "bad for me" food. I laid on the sofa each night after work until it was time to go to bed. Every twitch in my ovaries was impending bad news. Every time I felt no symptoms was impending bad news.


My trigger shot was at 2AM Friday morning. My coordinator apologized for the time, but quite honestly I was not sleeping well at all and had been up at 2AM in the morning all week.


After the trigger shot all felt quiet from an ovary perspective. It felt too quiet. By Saturday I was sure I had already ovulated and that they would find nothing at retrieval.


Waiting for a 4PM retrieval was a real drag. No eating, no drinking, nothing on TV...and no one really blogs on the weekend so no distractions there. However, I did some JUMBLES and here was one...

Embryo? Really? Thanks for the distraction Daily Word Jumble.

So we FINALLY leave for our 4PM appointment. We were instructed to be there an hour early. We take two highways to get to the doctor's office. On highway number one there was an alert that there was an accident on highway number two. I inform hubby of this, but he says that since we are only going one exit on highway number two, he's not concerned. I'm sure you can see where this is going... We got stuck in traffic, but we were still an hour and fifteen early so it all turned out OK.

When we got to the office they were ahead of schedule and I barely sat down in the waiting room before my name was called. I didn't even get to read about Katie and Suri. From that point on I would swear that the crew was trying to beat some sort of retrieval land speed record. My husband barely had time to rub one out before they were calling him back to the recovery room.

I awoke to someone yelling at me to breathe...which I was doing, but I wanted to sleep too. Instead I had to get up and get out of there. It was like dawn at a frat house. I was groggy, trying to dress myself, and I had a vague feeling that something had penetrated my vagina.

Seriously though, my husband had to help me dress. I have no memory of getting in the car or to my bed at home. I guess they were busy and ready to get me out of there.

For tonight Tony and I are thrilled. Considering the cards we were dealt this cycle, this is the absolute best thing we could have hoped for at retrieval. And as my husband likes to remind me, we have never been this far before. Of course tomorrow we will get the fert report which could be more bad news, but for today the news was good and we are celebrating that!