I’m back from retrieval, chillin’ in the bed with my good buddies percocet and gatorade. I will write the whole story at some point, but the important parts are:
- I made it. I was definitely scared, but even though I won’t say it was all peaches and ice cream, it was nothing as bad as I’d feared.
- THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for the messages of support and especially the stories. All the stories — even tbean’s scary one — were helpful in one way or another. I’m gonna get all weepy if I say more than that now, but the bottom line is you are all amazing. And that’s not just the drugs talking.
- How many ounces are there in a quart*? That’s how many eggs there were up in my ovaries. No wonder my back’s been hurting.
*32. Thirty-fucking-two. Yes, I am on OHSS watch.