I’m currently having a snuggly afternoon in bed after having my first ever egg retrieval this morning – I’d thought that I’d be having an Orange is the new black binge, but Netflix informed me it wasn’t out until the 9th in the UK (I must have been looking at a US release date previously 😒, boooo)
But I digress. I’d spent the last few weeks super super relaxed, without even trying really. I think we’d given ourselves time to get over our miscarriage late last year, regroup and really feel ready for this. My acupuncture lady even commented on it when I saw her last week. The injections were fine (a necessary evil, but fine), things were progressing well at scans, I only really started to struggle with bloating over Sunday and Monday, things were going as planned. But this morning on our way in, stuff started to feel really real. I’m not an anxious or easily stressed person at all usually, however, there was a ball of unease steadily growing in the middle of my chest.
I think my husband had picked up on this as from the moment we walked through the doors of the clinic, he was in full comedy mode. Doing his best to make me laugh and generally being the loveable idiot he is. That or he gets his jollies having to bust one out in a sample pot at the clinic. (We were told that his sample was good, post egg retrieval too 😁)
So anyway, we were both prepped, details triple and quadruple checked and shown to our room (which was actually quite nice). And we waited. I’d taken all the preparation drugs I needed, the last one being a relaxant, which actually had me chill out a lot.
And in we went.
My clinic apparently doesn’t do sedation (I hadn’t expected to be) though neither had I expected the retrieval to be quite as rough a ride. They told me one of my ovaries was placed really high up and they had a nurse put quite a lot of pressure on my tummy to help the doctor get where she needed to be. Some parts were quite intensely uncomfortable. But I got through. Without gas and air to boot! They tell me it was all over quite quickly, (to them at least, my lady bits would tell you a different story!) And they managed to collect 12 eggs. They seemed pleased with that number. It sounded good to us too. Allows for some of them not fertilise (as is the norm) potentially for some of their development for halt (also normal) and for us to hopefully still be left with a handful for both fresh and (future) frozen transfer.
So all in all, it went pretty well.
Now all we have to do is pass the time til we get that phone call from the embryologist tomorrow and keep our fingers and toes crossed 🍀