Night of Retrieval

     So it is 2:10 am technically Thursday morning... but I am yet to sleep, so it feels like Wednesday to me. Remember how I mentioned I have learned to be grateful for the pain today because tomorrow will probably be worse?  Its true!  I felt just a little sore leaving UFC (Utah Fertility Center) after the procedure.  Of course at that time I was hopped up on good drugs.  I was ok for about an hour once we got home and than conveniently about 10 minutes after Beau left to go back to work (after cooking me a delicious egg-white veggie omelet and turning our couch into the perfect lounge spot) the drugs wore off in an instant.
     My right side felt like a massive muscle cramp mixed with a kidney infection.  I realized I had forgotten to ask Beau to get the heating pad, which the doctor told me would be my best friend for the next day or so.  I tried to lay in a few different positions first to see if I could get it to ease off a bit, but to no avail.  Finally after what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute or two, I worked up the nerve to get up and hunt down the heating pad.  Luckily it was right where I thought it would be.  I hobbled back to the couch in a slight panic attack because I couldn't breathe from the pain and cranked up the heat.  It took about 30 minutes to relax the cramping a bit. The moment I got back to the couch and had the heat on me I called the doctor and asked for a Rx for pain meds.  The extra strength Tylenol they told me to take was not doing a darn thing.  Dr. Foulk called in the Rx no questions asked...love that :)  Beau picked it up as soon as he could, but it was about an hour and half after the drugs had worn off....phew, it was a long hour and a half.  I haven't taken the heating pad off my stomach/side since I put it on around 3:00 this afternoon.  It really does help.
     My next obstacle has been food.  I have no idea why, but around 10:30 I threw up.  I was bummed because our neighborhood friends had brought us over a super good dinner.  It was a mix of everything I had eaten and none of it was broken down.  It was as if I had just eaten it 10 minutes prior!! Weird, but I feel like with me being so stagnate nothing is digesting right and of course the trauma of the day doesn't help my intestines.  Then on the other end, literally, I am feeling constipated.  This pressure is way worse than the constipation the shots caused.  It doesn't help that my lower abdomen is really sore and pushing is out of the question.  I will make my smoothie first thing in the morning, assuming I fall asleep tonight, and pray things start  moving.
     And then there is walking/moving.  This is what I expected it to be.  I can move if I HAVE to, but I would rather not.  It is an all over soreness that just isn't comfortable, but not sharp pains or anything.
     I started taking 2 pills, Doxocycline (again... took this early in January) and Medrol.  I take both pills together with food twice a day for the next four days...not bad.  I also have to do the Endometrin progesterone suppositories 3 times a day.  These are the horse pills up the crotch I mentioned back in our insemination cycles.  These suppositories are a little more expensive then the progesterone shots, but so much cleaner and easier mentally to do.  The only downfall is the discharge...wear a panty liner and take extras with you where ever you go.
     Since they let my eggs grow for an extra day it pushed things back a bit and the transfer will be Monday.  I am actually kind of glad I have a longer time between the retrieval and the transfer than I expected because I feel like my body will calm down a bit by then and be ready for the next hurdle.
     Three things to end with:  First; I misunderstood.  5-7 eggs/ovary is the average...not the minimum.  Second; my final egg count was not 28... it was 39!!!!! We should be able to freeze a few, which makes me super excited.  Third; now that we are getting closer to the results of the process, I am questioning why I have been so open to share my story.  My biggest regret from my two previous pregnancies, which ended in miscarriages, was telling family and a few friends when it was WAY to early to share the news.  The idea of doing that again scares me.  I do feel good about this blog and I feel my purposes in writing it have and are being accomplished.  I am trying to be ok with the idea of lots of people either celebrating with me or crying with me to get over it and on to the next try.  I hope for the first scenario :)
     God is in the details of our lives!  Good night.