Tomorrow at 7:45 am, I'll be gowned and getting preped by the anesthesiologist, hopefully with some very happy meds to take the edge off. Got the instructions from the RE and the nurse this morning at my final ultrasound, and I guess that's all there is to say.
Next time I blog, I'll probably be a little silly from pain meds, but I may take a day or two off if I'm too out of it. I've heard widely varying reports from others who've been through the egg retrieval from feeling fine immediately afterward, to needing more than a week to get it back together.
I wish I could feel excited or something. The problem is - I hate surgical procedures, especially when they are performed on ME. To add to my feelings of ambivalence, the doctor I LEAST like in the practice will be performing my surgery tomorrow. Whatever. I'll try not to speak to her (lalalalalala - what's that? i can't HEAR you . . . LALALALALALALA . . .).
Next time I write, it will hopefully be with a report of beautiful embryos developing in a lab about 5 minutes from my house . . .
-kelly
1 comment:
Good luck! I'll be crossing all sorts of fingers for good embies.
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