Oh the drugs

The only good thing about egg collection is the drugs. In the midst of the procedure, Doc D asked if i wanted more and i said definately. The rest was lovely... To get that vein, however, she stuck the needle in and kept shoving it up and down to finally get the vein. Didn't hurt too bad though, and again, once the drugs hit, i didn't really care.

To explain what happens at an egg collection, you basically walk into the room, sit down, they put the sedative into your hand, then you get comfy, legs on stirrups, they swab the inside of your uterus with a local anesthetic then they stick a big long needle (and a ultrasound) up and poke through your uterus to get to your ovaries where they then suck out all the follicles and hopefully many, many eggs.

Unfortunately for us, there weren't many. After the first vial of fluid was clear (no eggs!) i started to stress. We had made a bet. G said 11 and i said 1. Doc D said she hoped for something in between. Somewhere between me saying how much i loved the drugs and telling G "bugger" at the end of the procedure, we were told there were 4 eggs. I almost burst into tears.

4 precious round things with the fuzzy edge outside the hard edge and my genetic material inside. Through my blurry vision, i stared at them, saying "they don't look too good". I thought i had seen pics on the web of good eggs and these didn't look like them. But it must have been the drugs because i think the scientist walked over to the screen and pointed out the parts of the egg and tried to assure me that these were fine and mature.

Doc D said "to be honest, you have more eggs than i thought you would". Comforting thought – not! I mean, how many did she think i would have! After them telling me all through the cycle that things were going well... She also said "it only takes one".

Before the procedure, she had called it the cycle from hell... again, i had thought it was all going so well because they were telling me that!

The scientist came in to tell us that there were actually 5 eggs but one wasn't such a good one but they would try to fertilise it anyways.

G got the thumbs up for his contribution and we headed home. When the drugs wore off, i was sore. I ached for the rest of the day, hiding in my bedroom, watching TV or napping. I woke up this morning feeling a bit better, sillyness replaced with worry because i honestly thought that the eggs wouldn't fertilise and we would have nothing.

They called this morning to say that all 4 good eggs had fertilised and that transfer will most probably be on Sunday.

So now i feel empty, bored, with nothing else to be done but hope that my oocytes and G's swimmers, now combined will become nice, healthy blastocysts for transfer. Back at psychotically looking at my calendar, i've figured out that i'll know on the 1st or 2nd of November.

If only the next 2 weeks could be lived in that hazy, happy drug induced euphoria where nothing hurts, everyone is funny and even the bad things in life aren't so bad!