Tomorrow is retrieval day. My in-laws are randomly going to be in town for the big day (cue mixed feelings) and I look forward to being high as a kite on sedatives around them. It's second best to the bottle of wine I wish I could consume. As I inch ever closer to the big events (retrieval, fertilization report, transfer, beta-terror), I'm feeling less cool about things. Not quite the paragon of up-beat serenity I have been for the past week and a half. Reasons vary:
- This is a big deal and the stakes feel much higher. If this round doesn't work, I'm half way through the 4 rounds of IVF allotted by my insurance. (I know I'm incredibly lucky to have insurance cover this at all. Illinois is wonderful in that regard.)
- My follicle count leaves a little to be desired.
Last night I struggled to stay awake to take my HCG trigger at the appointed time (9:45 feels like midnight these days). Today I will have a blissful nap at my acupuncture clinic followed by a delicious dinner with the J and the in-laws. And tomorrow, I get high and they grab my eggs. Deep breaths, let's get through the antsy part.