Despite having taken the prescribed Temazapam, I didn't sleep brilliantly.
I kept waking up wondering what the time was. Got to ten to 6 and I got bored with trying to sleep and got up. I cannot remember ever getting up in the 5 oclock hour, going to bed, well maybe.
Managed a banana & yoghurt smoothie and waited for Mum to arrive.
Drive to Sheffield was painless enough, apart from a couple of nutters who cut me up and nearly killed us before I had chance to have my eggs collected.
Arrived at the clinic, put on the glamourous gown, disgusting Crocs (I soooo hate those things) and necked the remainder of the temazapam (2 pills) and went to the loo to stick the diclofenac up my bum!!
I remember enjoying the drugs more last time, maybe this time I was more anxious, there seemed more at state, this was the final go and I was nervous about how many eggs I would get.
The procedure itself hurt more than last time, again I think because I was less relaxed.
First call from the embryologist was 'just cells', my heart sank.
'we need an egg from this one please' said the Dr.
Sure enough...'First egg' was the next thing I heard from the embryologist ...phew at least I had one!
Half an hour later and the procedure was over...I had 4 eggs. I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
The nurse assured me that that was good, and that on the short protocol they normally expect a woman to produce 3 - 5 eggs. I had never heard that before but it made me feel better immediately.
The Dr came in and said that he had been happy with the procedure, that everything had gone acording to plan and that all we needed was a bit of luck.
The embryologist came in and said that the sperm looked good, they would do the ICSI that afternoon and then ring me in the morning...
Now the agonising wait for the fertilisation report.
This is where it all went wrong last time. I couldn't bear to think of it happening again.
My fingers are crossed for u!!
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