They won’t let me wear deodorant.

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So, what happens tomorrow?

1. I stop eating at midnight tonight. I have nothing to drink after 4/5 am tomorrow morning.

2. I arrive at the clinic by 8:45 for my egg collection, scheduled at 10:30.

3. No doubt all the risks and things will be run through with me. I’ll also get a load of information for the next stage of treatment.

4. Prior to the op, I stick some pessaries up my ‘rectal passage.’ One for pain, one to prevent infection. I’m not sure how effective these will be as I will probably literally be shitting myself with nerves.

5. I get sedated! The nurse said this is not being awake, but not being asleep. Way to be specific.

6. Under ultrasound guidance, a needle is inserted into my vagina. It pierces the vaginal wall to go through to first one ovary, then the other. I suppose it will pierce each individual follicle and suck the eggs out. This takes 15-20 minutes in total.

7. I spend 1-2 hours in recovery (until I can pee normally and eat without vomiting. Nice). I find out how many mature eggs were collected. Those eggs are whisked off somewhere to be fertilised.

8. We take two taxis and a train home. I cross my fingers that my little egglings are doing well. I probably shit myself some more.

Then Thursday we get the call saying how many eggs have fertilised. I get all antsy thinking about embryos needing to go back in on Thursday – I’ll still probably be quite sore and TMD might have already gone into work. This means that we’ll make our individual ways to the clinic, which would be a bit of a bummer. I’m going to clarify with them tomorrow what time they think they’ll call, and perhaps TMD can have some flexibility about going into work.

Apparently spotting and abdominal cramping is normal after this procedure. Tampons are verboden, but I don’t like them anyway. Nor do I wear nail varnish or make up – two no-nos for the op tomorrow. Chemical type things + eggs = bad.

I am deeply grossed out about not wearing deodorant. I will definitely be bringing along my wee Nivea bottle to spray on me once we’re cleared to leave.

Nivea and hospitals. This is so reminiscent of the past summer.

In other news, we bought a de-humidifier last night and I wasn’t even tempted by my inhalers. I don’t want to take them during pregnancy, so it bodes well that last night went so well. I should actually go check on that thing. You would NOT believe how much water it’s sucked out of the air.

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6 Responses to “They won’t let me wear deodorant.”

  1. Tatiana Says:

    Wow… that is quite an intensive sounding procedure. My thoughts are with you gals, and I can’t wait to hear the positive news :]

  2. existere Says:

    Thank you! Your comments always make me feel so good and positive.

  3. Barbara Says:

    Good luck, sugar! I can’t wait for the pregnancy blog! 🙂

  4. existere Says:

    God, me neither. I’m getting all shaky and nervous though! Still feeling positive about it all at this point…..just have a bit of anxiety.

  5. Coach Louise Says:

    Good luck! Enjoy the sedation 😉 just kidding. Keep thinking positive thoughts – try not to predict how you will be during and after …be open to not knowing! who knows you might feel calm! Don’t forget to take that deo with you! 😉 Looking forward to finding out how you made out. Baby dust sprinkles.

  6. Juice-ica Says:

    I’m sooo excited! >.< Sending super-positive thoughts your way and like Coach Louise said, don’t forget the deo! Haha. ^_^

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