All systems are go for egg retrieval on Wednesday morning. Tonight, I take my last dose of Ganirelix at 8 pm, and then trigger at 10 pm. Tuesday, I start taking Medrol and Doxycycline, and then the egg retrieval will be at 9 am on Wednesday.
That means that our transfer will be either Saturday or Monday. Monday is Labor Day here in the states, so I find that a bit amusing. I am really hoping for a Labor Day transfer. Catch thinks it’s hilarious that we’re looking at a transfer for Labor Day and a due date around Memorial Day.
Side note: Why are there no 4 day transfers? Why is it only 3 or 5 days? I could look this up online, I’m sure, but I’ve banned myself from googling ANYTHING IVF. I will not google. It’s my mantra.
I started feeling more noticeably crampy and bloated last night, and that has intensified today. It’s not intolerable, but it’s uncomfortable. I am bloated enough at this point that I feel like I should be leaking air from all of my needle punctures.
On Saturday, I ended up back at urgent care for this damn UTI. 3 days of antibiotics was apparently not enough for it, and by Saturday I was miserable again. As I sat there with the doctor listing the medications I’m currently taking, he shocked me by saying, “I actually know a few things about IVF. My wife and I have done it three times.” Their first try failed (not what I wanted to hear) but they have a 7 year old son and 4 year old (identical) twins from rounds 2 & 3. He repeatedly told me how hard but worth it the experience was for them. It was the first time I’ve encountered anyone who has been through this before (in person), so it was kind of a nice surprise.
Now that egg retrieval is scheduled, I’ve moved on from freaking out about follicle sizes and am now freaking out about early ovulation. I always feel like I ovulate less than 24 hours post-trigger. What if I don’t make it 35 hours? It’s been keeping me up at night. I feel like my brain just spun a wheel and decided that of all the things to worry about THIS was going to be The Thing.
My doctor didn’t make me feel much better about it. I was looking for reassurance that it’s so rare or it almost never happens, but instead I was told, “It’s a balancing act. We have a lot of things to consider, and we do our best but it does happen on occasion.”
The only thing that makes me feel a bit better is the extra dose of Ganirelix tonight. That should buy me 24 hours, and then I only have to worry about the final 12 before retrieval. I really wish I could just put my head down right now and sleep until 9 am Wednesday. I am really struggling to keep anxiety at bay, and it’s only going to get worse as the hours tick by.