I like mine golden.
I’m freshly home from my egg collection and the total egg collection number count is in: 29.
I made 29 eggs in one cycle! Yikes! No wonder I’ve felt so uncomfortable!
The process was pretty straight forward and I was in and out pretty quickly. It is a bit sad that I’ve been in this clinic so many times (both for the IVF and miscarriages) so everyone knows me there. This is not something to be proud of!
While I was under, hubby dashed off to his office (which is close by) to pick his laptop up so he could work from home later. I was so quick to come around after the anaesthesia that I was actually awake before he came back – I was not pleased with him for that!
I did my usual post-anaesthetic babbling on which was exacerbated by the fact that actually I was in some pain (helllllooooo 29 eggs!). Before hubby arrived I asked the nurse if they found a golden egg (see previous posts) and after some clarification as to what the hell I was talking about she said for sure I had more than one golden egg. I then heard her chuckling about golden eggs to her colleague outside!!
I also told hubby that this was absolutely the last time I was doing this* and if we don’t make a baby from this lot of (golden) eggs then I’m giving up and we are going to live a fabulous life back in my home country without kids. He was wise enough to agree.
Hubby went off to make his contribution to the process and so in the meantime I got to have some camomile tea and some pretty average toast.
We checked out shortly after that and are now home. Hubby has gone to bed as the very early start and his “contribution” have clearly taken a lot out of him. Who is the patient again?
I’m settling in for a day of painkillers, excessive TV watching and multiple cups of tea. I would normally have applied a heat pack to my belly but this is the current situation instead:
*Anything said directly after an anaesthetic is not to be held against me at a later date!