Day Zero

So here's the story. Two days ago, D gave me the trigger shot in my hip. Thanks to the great advise of his cousin's wife, I iced it beforehand. When he put it in, I felt the smallest prick and thought he hadn't done it yet. He said he already had and was already putting in the medicine. I really didn't even feel a thing. YAY!
Yesterday, I was feeling a little dizzy/nauseous all day. It wasn't really bad, just bad enough to be really annoying because I couldn't really do much without feeling like a poopstain. To top it off, I started this annoying cough that still hasn't ceased. I got this really nice message from the anesthesiologist on Thursday night reminding me not to eat or drink anything and he looked forward to meeting me in the morning. How nice is that? I went to bed last night but couldn't sleep at all. I think I fell asleep around 5 for about an hour or two but that's it. Luckily, I knew I would be sleeping the next day so I wasn't too worried about it.
6:45 rolls around this morning and D was already in the shower. I got up, brushed my teeth, and put on a t-shirt and drawstring pants and was ready to go. It only takes about 30 minutes to get to the office, but we got there in record time today, only 20 minutes. We checked in and walked back to the room. My doctor's office is pretty sweet. One part is the regular office and the other part is its own lab/"operating" room. I'd never been to the Lab part before, so I was surprised about how hospital-y it looked. I had put my gown on and they hooked up the IV. The nurse told me there were 4 retrievals that morning and I would be #3. I settled in and watched some morning TV (which generally sucks by the way). just about 35 minutes later, my Dr. came in and told me it was my turn! I kissed my sweet husband and was off. I got to the operating room and moved to the other bed. The anesthesiologist said he was giving me something to relax me. I felt woozy right away and I was gone. Next thing I know I am waking up in room #4 again. My parents were there the whole time and came back with D once I got there. I vaguely remember them coming in. What I do remember was my Dr. coming in. I asked him how many eggs we got and he said 28!!! Holy cow, I'm an egg-making queen!



Apparently, I kept asking D the same questions over and over. I kept asking if my parents came in and how many eggs I had. Every time he told me 28, I started crying. He said I did that about 6 or 7 times. Last night I read this story so I guess it was on my mind. When the nurse came in, I asked, "I didn't tell you about deviled eggs did I?" She laughed a little and looked at D who tried to briefly explain. Luckily, I hadn't...until then. She asked my pain level and I said 5 so she gave me some meds and the next time she asked, I told her 1.75. I just wanted to keep sleeping, but I was waking up and we were ready to go home. My parents were already back here and I went straight to bed.
I have felt a little dizzy all day but generally pretty good. They prescribed some vicodin which we picked up but I haven't needed it yet. After dinner (around 7 or so) I really started feeling great. I still have that annoying cough and every time I cough, I feel it by my ovaries, but other than that I feel fine! My Dr. said to be careful since they got so many that I would be pretty sick by Sunday so we will see. I am spotting very lightly but they said that is normal. I feel great and happy and excited. I find out tomorrow how many fertilized!
They said today is day zero so the transfer will be Wednesday. Wahoo!