Saturday, February 11, 2012
I'm not going to lie. I'm sore. More sore than after any other ER. After my other two I was a little sore but by the end of the day it was all good. It's almost 8pm and dang. I really hurt.
When we were parking this morning my husband pulled in to spot 414. I told him that means we'll get 14 eggs. He said we should move to spot 418 then. I should have told him to, because we did in fact get 14 eggs. More than my previous cycles. The doctor said she though 9 or 10 would fertilized since some looked immature. I'll take it. We find out tomorrow.
Another difference between this ER and my last ones is that I remember EVERYTHING that happened between getting the twilight and being put out. I don't know if it's because the meds were less or because I willed myself to remember everything. But it made me more comfortable with everything. When he told me "Ok, now you're going to go to sleep" I was ready.
I don't know how I feel about all this. Hopeful? No. Defeated? Nope. Numb...maybe. We'll see what tomorrow's fertility report says. That my change my mood.
One thing I do feel is: Since my other ERs were so painless I was very comfortable with the idea of just going from ER to ER until something sticks. Now that I feel like this...it's harder for me to think like that. I know it's what we'll do (if we have to), but I don't want to think about it right now.