But there is apparently crying in the procedure room. At least there was today. I couldn’t keep it together as my amazing, kind, patient IVF nurse rooted around inside the back of my hand with a needle trying to get into the vein. Eventually the anesthesiologist had to give me some Lidocaine in my hand and start over again. My hand still feels kind of weird; I preemptively blame any typos on Numb Fingers.
Then they started the drugs and that was awesome.
They got 7 eggs and we don’t know yet how many, if any, were mature. All were from the right; sad, scared lefty was too far behind my uterus and they couldn’t get anything from that side at all. We don’t know what the sperm numbers were today, but the lowest we have ever had is 3 million with 2% morphology, so we feel pretty good about there being at least 7 good ones in there.
I know there are lots of people who go into this and are ecstatic to get any eggs at all, so I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, but I’m really disappointed. We always knew that ovulation was the one part of this whole mess that was working correctly for me — I was counting on 10-15 good eggs so that even if some don’t fertilize and some don’t divide we would still have something to transfer.
Nothing I can do now but wait to hear tomorrow morning about how the fertilization went.