Well, the early start was definitely more stressful than the last time, due to running around after a 3 year old who was adamant she was not going to get ready and if she was it would absolutely be in her own time! After dropping her ladyship off at my wonderful friend’s and being chauffeur driven by my dad, I was treated to a very enjoyable nap even if it was preceded by a not so enjoyable procedure. I was given a lovely concoction of paracetamol, diclofenac, fentanyl and medazolam. The procedure went smoothly, I have vague memories of being uncomfortable but the more the day has gone on the less I remember.
As I said before, I was really anxious this time after getting just 2 eggs first time round. I even dreamt last night that we didn’t get anything. So, when the doctor came to tell me they had collected 7 eggs, I had to double check that I had heard correctly!
Now, I know that they still have to go through the fertilisation process and the chances are, they won’t all make it but at the moment, I am feeling a bit more positive!
It’s now 8 hours after the procedure and it is safe to say, the good meds are running out and I am somewhat uncomfortable. And obviously, this means my gorgeous daughter wants to lie on me and dig elbows and shoulders right where it hurts!!
It’s weird to think that, right now, those eggs are in a petri dish and the little swimmers are trying to do their thing! I will get a phone call in the morning with an update. Due to a good progesterone result we are on for embryo transfer on Monday, assuming all goes well over the next few days. So, fingers and toes are crossed!!
Stay safe and ciao for now!