If you are nuclear physics boff then you will have already gleaned from the blog title just how many eggs I got.*
In the unlikely event that you don’t know what the first magic number is in nuclear physics, I shall tell you. It’s 2.
I had a major wobble this morning that there wouldn’t be any eggs, and given the events of this week, two seems like a pretty good deal. Still, there is no getting away from the fact that two is a bad outcome. For my test results and my particular set of circumstances, two is a very poor response. Again. Same as last time. I heard the words “unexpected”, “surprising” and “disappointing” banded around by the healthcare professionals today. Again. Same as last time.
Anyway, never mind. Two it is and it’s certainly better than none or a cancellation. They ended up flushing 5 follicles in the end – 3 biggies and 2 smalls. I really hope these 2 are from the big, mature follicles and not a couple of runts. Please please please God, unicorns, Buddha, Jay-Z, whoever is in charge.
I’m sorry this is short and boring but I’m tired and a bit uncomfortable. I was wide awake for my egg collection and it was really fricking painful. Originally Dr Hero said he had concerns that egg collection would be extremely painful and that the follicles may be difficult to reach. He actually said, “I don’t want you screaming in agony on the table”. I reminded the nurses of that little fact this week, and that it clearly said that a general anaesthetic had been recommended for me in my notes. They told me it was too difficult to arrange. Didn’t even make an effort to look into it, or check with a doctor that a normal egg collection would be okay. Maybe they were right since I survived and all, but I think I’ll be having nightmares about it for a some while to come. And Hero was right – I did cry throughout the whole procedure, flinch, squirm and screech in pain.
My clinic are closed over the weekend so I won’t get a fertilisation report until Monday morning. If the embryos have survived, I’ll have a transfer later on that day. I really, really hope they survive. REALLY a LOT. Also, just a small reminder… please don’t give me the “it only takes one” speech. Yeah, yeah, we all know it only takes one. Most people don’t only have one or two to choose from. It doesn’t make me feel better. I am hopeful as I can be about these two, but I am also sad that I am an unexpectedly, inexplicably bad responder. I think that’s allowed.
I feel like I should end this on a positive, but I’m so zonked I can’t think of anything funny so this will have to do.
I went out for lunch with Mr Barren after the egg collection and he made this joke:
“What is the best cheese to hide a horse in?”
*makes me a little bit wish I paid attention more in physics. “Double magic” is also a thing. Cool.