IVF Round 2: Egg Retrieval Results

Our egg retrieval was yesterday (11/17/18), and it didn’t go so great. Fewer eggs retrieved and more reaction to the anesthesia. Even though our results weren't as stellar as round 1, Cory and I are incredibly grateful that we were able to do a second round of IVF with all the emotional and financial support from our friends and family!


I am in the basement with my comfy sweatpants and leopard print robe (gifted to me by one of my sweet patients), sitting next to Cory as he works on homework. Christmas music colors the space. Cory sings along quietly.

Yep. Fake-sleeping for the photo op. You’re welcome for the realistic peek into my current fatigue.

Yep. Fake-sleeping for the photo op. You’re welcome for the realistic peek into my current fatigue.

It’s 6 PM, and I am wiped. My energy has been completely zapped ever since yesterday morning’s egg retrieval. I feel halfway asleep as I type this right now. Zombie-like. In a daze. I’ll do my best to transfer thoughts from my brain to my fingertips before my body just gives out on me.

The egg retrieval was yesterday morning, and it went okay-ish.

(Reminder for all of you non-fertility pros out there: the egg retrieval is the surgery where the doctor sucks all the eggs out of my ovaries that have been growing Hulk-style the past two weeks because of the unusual amount of hormones we’ve been injecting into my body. The doc goes through my vagina, inserts a needle through the vaginal wall straight towards the ovary, pushes the needle into the ovary, and slurps out the follicular goo. Ew, but awesome.  Sometimes there’s no egg in the follicle. Sometimes there is an egg but it’s not mature. Best case scenario is when there’s an egg in the follicle and it’s mature.)

‘Twas the night before the egg retrieval, when all through the house the bellies were bloated something something something spouse. (I’m tired, cut me some slack. Does anyone have a suggestion for what could go between bloated and spouse? Help a girl out!) ;)

‘Twas the night before the egg retrieval, when all through the house the bellies were bloated something something something spouse. (I’m tired, cut me some slack. Does anyone have a suggestion for what could go between bloated and spouse? Help a girl out!) ;)

We only got 7 eggs this time (12 last time), and I didn't react super well to the anesthesia.

I was groggy all day, had WICKED dry mouth, ovarian tenderness, and my bladder decided to not "wake up" for 8 hours. Right after surgery, I drank a ton of water and Gatorade, and it all pooled up in my bladder for 8 HOURS! I sat on the toilet until my feet were numb with the water running in the sink trying to will my bladder into contracting, but nothing happened. It was like trying to hold it while on a road trip...but for 8 hours. Painful! We called the doctor on call, and she told me that if I didn't urinate in the next hour that I would have to go to the ER to get catheterized. :/ My surgeon stepdad recommended that I “sit in a warm bath and just pee in the tub if you have to.” Um, gross? Thank goodness around 4 PM my bladder slowly started to pick up. I finally voided and we avoided the ER! 

7 eggs!

7 eggs!

On top of the full bladder, I was super sleepy all day. I tried to watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest with Jack Nicholson, but it took me 8 hours (all damn day!) to finish it. (PS: doesn’t young Jack Nicholson look so much like Leo DiCaprio?!) I would watch 30 minutes of the movie then fall asleep for an hour, then rewind it to where I left off, then fall asleep after watching for 15 minutes, then sit on the toilet and try to pee, then fall asleep again. I felt much worse yesterday compared to after our first retrieval in September. After our first retrieval, I felt fantastic! I could have run a marathon! I felt energetic and positive and totally fine!

In the evening, Cory and I watched the Incredibles 2, and I fell asleep half way through. When the movie was over, he left me sleeping on the couch while he went downstairs to work on some homework. He woke me up around 11 PM, and I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.  (I just got a “My Pillow,” by the way, after my PT’s recommendation. I’m still on the fence about it. It’s a little odd. Anyone else have one?)

Now for the results we received this morning. They retrieved 7 eggs, all 7 were mature, and all 7 fertilized! 100% fertilization is uncommon, and we’ve had this happen the last two rounds. I guess Cory’s sperm and my eggs just really like each other. Love at first sight?

Now we wait for the little egg-sperm combos to grow over the next 5 days. We will get a “Day 5” update on THANKSGIVING! I’m sending so much positivity out into the universe. I don’t believe my thoughts or prayers or meditation will change the outcome of future events, but I do believe the they will bathe my brain in positive neurochemicals and that I will be more compassionate to myself and the world with a hopeful headspace. I'm not turning away from the fear or the darkness. I'm resting in Rumi's words:

We are night travelers who turn towards the darkness and are willing to know their own fear. Life water flows from darkness. Search the darkness. Don’t run from it. Night travelers are full of light and you are too. Don’t leave this companionship.

Thank you for your companionship as we travel through this darkness together! And thank you for all the love and positivity you’re putting out into the universe for us!