Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Back From Deliverance
I woke up at 6 and started stress cleaning. Fed the dogs, jumped in the shower, and then Mr. Bee and I headed over to the RE clinic. After giving a urine sample, I went straight back into the room, which looked just like a regular gynecologist patient room but with more equipment.
I got undressed and Mr. Bee and I took a few photos of the room to show our future kids where they were made. I met the anesthesiologist and he started with the IV. They used my hand for the IV, so first they gave me a shot to numb the area. Then they put the IV in, which I didn't feel a bit. He said he was going to give me pain medication next, which is where I started getting loopy. I wouldn't have remembered anything, so my loving husband was sure to tape everything. I'll just tell you I said some amazing things about coming from the town of Deliverance, singing the song "Thriller", and telling the anesthesiologist how great the medication was and that he should do birthday parties and offer it on Groupon. Oh, and that I was Charlotte's Web. Yes, I'm a riot.
The whole procedure takes about 15 minutes. I think I woke up an hour later and was able to get dressed and start slowly heading out. I was feeling no pain. The doctor said that he removed 40 eggs. Holy crap. At least I have a good reason for being in so much pain and discomfort.
We got in the car and Mr. Bee went by the drugstore to get me a heating pad and some pain medication, and then took me through the drive through for McDonalds breakfast. If I haven't sang Mr. Bee's praises enough, here is some more. He is an amazing husband, a total trooper, and my favorite person ever. And he gets me fast food breakfast.
So now I have to get used to waiting. I'll find out tomorrow how many of the eggs were good and how many were fertilized. I'm hoping they say, "All of them!" and we decide to have all 40 children. Give the Duggar's a run for their money. Then I'll wait another cycle until I can do the transfer in August. Then wait to see if they stick. There's going to be a lot of waiting for this impatient person. I still regret naming my blog "Waiting for Bee". That was a mistake on my part, but there's no going back, and I'm just going to have to figure out some hobbies in the meantime so I don't drive myself nuts.
I am pretty out of it, so I hope that this post makes sense. If not, just another memento from the journey.