Preface: The posts in this series were written in the past. I am posting them chronologically, but these events are not taking place right now, they already happened. The date in the title of each post is the date it was originally written.
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At 6:00 this morning when we went in for the egg retrieval I was scared, but I didn't cry.
I changed into my very fashion-forward outfit, kissed my husband goodbye and walked into the OR on my own two feet.
I remember asking the anesthesiologist to scratch my nose because I told her it itched really bad. I remember it being very cold in there. I remember them hiking my "skirt" up, and I remember the nurse asking the anesthesiologist if what people visualize while they are going under on Propofol is what they "dream" about while they are asleep. The consensus was no. I still visualized babies. They were cute.
The next thing I remembered, I was in the recovery area, Tim was there and my nurse was there. The nurse told me that while I was first waking up, she asked my what I dreamed about and I said "I was in Italy". Funny because when I was actually in Italy, I dreamed of babies. A round about way to get there, I suppose.
By the time we left, I knew that the fluid that was in my endometrium had been removed by the Vitamin E that I had taken 2 days prior. I knew the number of eggs that had been retrieved. I knew my husband was going to jab me with a needle tonight and I knew I still wanted the bacon cheeseburger I had talked about on the way to our early morning appointment.
Most of the morning was slept away. Most of the day was lazy. There is very little discomfort - only enough to warrant a Tylenol. I am not nauseous. As evening approaches, I am anxious to get the call from the lab tomorrow to tell me about my egg quality and how they liked being injected with Tim's sperm.
This morning while I was sleeping, there were people in a lab growing me babies and that makes me smile.
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