ER

My ER was Thursday. Last cycle, they did not give me enough meds during the procedure, and I felt every follicle being sucked out of my enlarged ovaries. I made sure to tell them that this time, and they made sure that didn't happen again. Cycle 1, I was up and out of there in 30 minutes or less. This time, it took me forever to even wake up. When I finally did, I felt nauseous and faint. I went home and slept all day. Pain in my ovaries is what finally woke me up. My stomach was super-bloated and really painful. I took my temp and it was only 98.8, but I was still worried about the possibility of OHSS, so I paged the RE on call. She asked if I had a temp or was having trouble breathing, and since I didn't, she basically told me to suck it up.

Friday I went back to work, which was awful. I used the old rubber band trick to keep from having to button my jeans. Luckily, I am open with my boss about my IVF. I told her the situation and she let me go home early. I got my fert report, too. Of the 25 eggs retrieved, 20 were mature. They ICSI'd all 20, 10 fertilized, 1 abnormally. So we had 9 embryos and my RE froze 3. At this point, we have 6 that are hopefully growing like rockstars. I asked the nurse who called with my report about a 5dt, and I guess she mentioned something to the RE because he called me later. He basically said he isn't a big fan of 5dt, or of freezing at blast stage - I agreed to go with the 3dt. Honestly, tons of people get PG with 3dt's every year, and my 3dt is on Father's Day; maybe that's a good sign.

Saturday night I went to a friend's wedding. It was a great time and everything was beautiful. The only thing that sucked was the DJ. He even mispronounced the bride and groom's last name when he introduced them. Um, their name is kind of an important detail; maybe you should have taken a second to double-check how to say it? Anyway, not my wedding, but there is no excuse for that. And actually I lied, the other thing that sucked is that I couldn't drink. Everyone else was drinking. I mean, literally everyone. I think I even saw a couple of 14-year-olds sneaking beer in the corner. Maybe I was just imagining that part, but maybe not. You don't know where I grew up. Hopefully, in 2 weeks, I'll find out that these sober times have been more than worth it.

My ET is tomorrow at 8:15 a.m. EST. Say a prayer for me.