I’ll start from the good news – had the last scan today and it was good. They can see 12 good sized follicles, which is a good number (or so they say). There are more follicles but they’re smaller, so probably won’t produce good enough eggs. This doesn’t mean that I’ll get 12 eggs, but hopefully more than 7? Let’s see. The nurse said that I will be told on the day how many they got and then the day after they’ll call and tell me how many survived and were frozen. So keep your fingers crossed!
Speaking of ‘the day’, it will definitely be Monday. And so the nurse proceeded to telling me all the details and gave me instructions for the day. Tonight I have to do the evening injection for the last time, and tomorrow morning I don’t need to do morning one (of course by the time I’ve learnt how to do it, it isn’t needed anymore). On Saturday night at exactly 10:30pm I must take a new and one-off injection (it’s been in my fridge all along). This one doesn’t look too tricky, so didn’t make me panic.
However, then came the annoying part – after explaining what to eat and when to stop eating, what to bring with me etc., the nurse asked if I had someone who could come and take me home after the procedure. So I said yes, but it depends on the time, as my mate who’s coming has a child and so it has to be around 11 so she can get back home in time. Bad news – I was already booked for 10:30, meaning that I’ll only be done around 12 or 12:30. Great. Next annoying part – my friend was only going to put me in a taxi and send me on my way home, where another friend will be working. The nurse said this was not possible – someone must be with me for the ride. OK, I admit it, this is where I lost it. Luckily I can blame the hormones, but I think I probably would have cried anyway. So yeah, I started crying in the nurse’s office and said that I didn’t know what to do – everyone I know is busy working or away, and this was the only solution I managed to find. She was very nice about it, and said that worse case scenario they’ll make me stay at the clinic until I look well enough to leave alone. She told me a scary story about a woman who went to have coffee down the road after the procedure because she thought she was feeling good, then suddenly felt sick and neither she nor her partner knew what to do, so he called and the nurses had to rush over there and save her. “Now imagine you’re alone with the taxi driver and you feel sick like that. You don’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to do – and there’s no one there to try and help. You need an adult to come with you.”
I think I had this panic because I suddenly realised that this is like an operation. It is a scary thing. They put you to sleep. They do something. You wake up and it takes time to recover. I’m sorry now that I didn’t plan it so that someone would come with me and wait till I’m done. The thought of going there alone is quite scary, hence the panic tears. Only now do I realise what I got myself into.
Anyway, in the end the nurse let me go. I texted another friend and it looks like she can come pick me up, so no more panic. I hope. Worst case scenario, my other friend will come and I’ll go home with her to rest until I’m well enough to go home. But I hope this won’t happen. Not that I don’t like her home, but I think I’m going to just want to rest in my own bed.
In the evening I did the injection and it was fine. I hope I did the right dose – had to use two pens like yesterday. Now I’m wondering what to do with all the leftover pens and those needles in the special bin. Do I bring them with me on Monday? I probably should have asked, but of course I forgot. I forget everything these days. I’m so confused, emotional, and feel so bloated and weird. Is this what it’s like to be pregnant??
Anyway, that’s it for now. Tomorrow night I shall do the final injection, and on Sunday prepare for Monday. Will write more about that tomorrow.
Here is a video of the morning injection:
Here is a video on my way to the last scan:
Here is a video of the evening injection:
Me and my eggs 