This first part may be TMI. Skip down to the stars (***) if you wish to skip talk of *poop*:

I started my “prep” for retrieval right after work on Monday. I got home at about 5:30pm, and as soon as I built up enough courage, I downed the bottle of Magnesium Citrate I had been ordered to drink, in order to clear out the “pipes”.

I think that egg retrieval prep usually includes an enema, but because it appeared that my anatomy could cause more than the typical risk for intestinal puncturing, they wanted to make sure I was all cleaned out!

I was scared. I didn’t know what would happen to me; how out of control my bowels might get. So I waited, and waited. After 30 minutes, I thought maybe something might be happening, so I set up a “comfy station” in the bathroom (well, as comfy as you can get in the bathroom) to continue with my waiting.

I continued to wait, and wait and wait…for hours. Five hours, actually. I thought it would NEVER happen. But when it did, it happened. Two hours later, and I thought, maybe it was over. It was 12:30am, anyway, and I was exhausted, and had a big day tomorrow. So I laid a garbage bag down on the bed, and fell fast asleep.

We woke up at 5:45am, no worse for the wear. (I ended up with one final hurrah at the doctors office, just before my appointment, without any further excitement!)

In case you were wondering, I felt in control of my body throughout the experience with Mag Citrate. I wouldn’t want to be too far from a toilet, but it wasn’t as bad as my imagination had feared.

We got to the office about 10 minutes prior to our scheduled appointment time of 7am. The nurse came out, and led me and J back to the retrieval room, where we met my anesthesiologist.

It was time to set up my IV. My left arm has historically been the one with better veins, but my veins have recently gone into hiding with all my recent blood tests.

First he tried the inside of my left elbow, without success, then the inside of my left wrist. Both of these attempts were super painful, and trying to get into the inside of my left wrist actually led me to tears! It was by far the most painful part of the entire procedure!

At this point, we gave up on my left arm, and moved over to the right. Next he tried the top of my right hand, and this time, we had SUCCESS! It was fabulous!

Next, the RE doing my procedure came in and had me sign the consent forms, before I was “sedated”.

After the consent, the drugs came. I thought maybe they would make me loopy, and maybe I wouldn’t remember anything from the procedure. But I was awake and alert throughout. (Maybe a little extra “happy”?)

It was a little painful when they initially stuck the needle into the ovary, but otherwise, it wasn’t too bad.

I actually started crying during the procedure; not because of pain, but because I was so happy that this was happening, after all these years of anticipation, and months of preparation. And it was the coolest thing EVER!

After they were done, they did their cleaning up, and let me know that they had gotten 8 eggs. Not too shabby!

I felt ok afterward. They had me wheel down to the first floor in the wheelchair, but really, I felt pretty good. (Probably because of the pain meds.)

They sent me home with Vicodin, and I used that mostly throughout the first day to stave off any significant increase in pain.

As soon as we got home, we took a “nap”…for 5 hours. I was pretty sleepy the whole day, and pretty crampy in my abdomen, but not too bad.

I woke up this morning with continued cramping, but just a few hours later, it doesn’t seem too bad, and I’m hoping to return to work tomorrow.

Oh, and we got a call from the embryologist this morning:

Of the 8 eggs retrieved, 7 were mature, and of those 7 mature eggs, ALL SEVEN FERTILIZED (via ICSI)!


Tomorrow we will have a potential Friday transfer “time”, and Friday morning they will call to tell us whether the transfer will happen that day or Sunday/Monday. (3, 5, or 6 days post-fertilization)

So far so good! Let’s hope for some good growing from our little embies!