We got up before the crack of dawn this morning to make our way to our retrieval. Results weren't quite as good as I'd hoped, but they could have been a lot worse so I guess I'll take what I can get. Even though I had more follicles during the ultrasounds, we ended up with 5 eggs. And now we wait - that's the name of the game, isn't it?
I felt like the procedure went well and Dr. D said so, too. The nurses were really nice, but they had trouble getting my IV started. It took four pokes and I'm going to have some lovely bruises tomorrow. That was definitely the worst part.
E and I got to walk down the hall together where they took him through one door to produce his sample and took me through another. Anesthesia went well. Once I was in the stirrups, they put a mask over my mouth and nose. I took two breathes and that was it. Then I woke up with another really nice nurse who liked my fabulous striped socks. She had just seen the play "Wicked" and said they reminded her of the witch - hehe!
Then she gave me the egg report, which was less than thrilling. Five. I know. All it takes is one, but please, please, please let this be enough. We're doing ICSI, so hopefully they'll all fertilize. I'm praying for a good report tomorrow morning. I feel much better than I did after my lap last month so I'll be going to work tomorrow.
Wish me luck!