Blessed be the fruit…
May the Lord open.
I went for the procedure this morning. It was so early but the staff was so kind to let me sleep. My mom was able to sit with me while I waited until it was time to go in. I was so worried that I would be more lucid but thankfully I was not.
I remember getting into the procedure room, lying down and being put into position. I remember getting the nose thing put on and saying “oh shit” and then I woke up back in the bed that I was waiting in and my mom was led back in to be with me.
I am so grateful that the procedure was able to be done today and that my mom was there with me. I would be so lost and afraid without her.
The doctor came in and told me I responded excellently to the injections and that I did amazing. They were able to retrieve 55 healthy eggies.
Yup.
That’s right.
FIFTY-FIVE.
After much prodding the nurse finally answered my questions:
Me: Is that normal? Is that a lot? How many do they normally get on average? Nurse: I normally see about 8 to 10 to 12 Me: WHAT. THE. FUCK. Nurse: Yeah.
Literally me (well, I’m like 5 eggs shy, but whatever you get it):
All jokes aside, I am happy that they are safe and that the procedure was quick. I’m in quite a lot of pain, but it was worth it.
I love you little eggies.
For those wondering, at the start of this process I agreed that I will preserve my eggs for use and any eggs that will not be used by me will be donated for research and other purposes. I wanted them to be donated for use but it wasn’t an option on the form. Perhaps I can talk to them about it in the future.
I am glad that I was able to save you little ones. Be safe. Know that I love you, okay? I’ll be back for you soon.