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Egg Collection

By 3rd August 2015April 14th, 2022No Comments

August 2015.

Egg collection. It all comes down to this moment – the quality is all on me, and at this point I feel like I’ve done the very best I can. It’s been four months of ridiculous dieting and supplements, avoiding plastic and phathlates and BPA like it was a my job. I wouldn’t eat or drink from plaster, I wouldn’t touch paper receipts, I just… the crazy all comes down to this moment.

I’m grateful for the familiar faces. The embryologist behind the window, my RE and the nurse who always jokes with me in the waiting room. They did a lot to put me at ease. 

The anesthesiologist give me something to make sure I wasn’t ill after (I never respond well to anaesthesia), and then the anaesthesia. It was white and milky. I felt it flow up my arm, there was a horrid taste in my mouth and I was blessedly out after that. 

When I came to, the first thing I did was look at my hand. I had the nurses write on my hand how many eggs we got, because I know last time I was nuisance and asked every few seconds. It was the first thing I looked for when I woke up, and I almost immediately burst into tears. 12! I’m so grateful, and relieved and amazed. I am feeling all the feels.

In this moment the diet and all the crazy and the extra meds were absolutely worth it … I recovered faster from the anaesthetic, and was much more pulled together, and of course, many more eggs. Having my body in optimum condition had a massive difference! I’m blown away. You guys, I’m over the moon! 3 eggs last round, TWELVE this round!

Grateful to the powers that be don’t even cover it. Blown away, 12!

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