Doll I'll have everything crossed for the Beirut 2. I think Mr Euro would have crowned me if I had started taking work calls.... I was not exactly an easy patient.
joy it's great news that the numbers are still going up. I think the sugar thing is related to insulin (and is why some PCOSers struggle even if they ovulate because their insulin levels tend to be all over the place. Apparently high insulin levels are not good for healthy eggs.
mrsd it was sedation, but I was completely out of it. I have no recall between being asked how I felt just before the second lot of drugs was administered (answer: stoned) and waking up in my cubicle.
As I've been such a drama llama about EC, I feel like I should give you the full run down of my experience.
It was ok, although I was a complete bag of nerves beforehand. And refused consent for them to shove drugs up my bottom. There is little dignity remaining in this process but bumhole intacto is where I draw my limit. They've given them to me to insert myself but I'm probably going to skip it. I'm in next to no pain, just mild discomfort, so it looks like they would have been entirely unnecessary anyway. I'll see how it goes whenever what they gave me in theatre wears off. I have a headache from lack of food and coffee and that is far worse. No bleeding so far.
The actual EC process was ok. The worst bit was a scan before with no lube. Ouchie. The only bit that really upset me was when they belted my legs into (very wide) stirrups. It brought to mind an awful former nazi eugenics "hospital" we visited once in Austria. I was just about to freak out when the drugs knocked me out.
I did the same thing I have done on the two occasions I had GA in the past - bolted. As I woke up the first words out of my mouth were "can I go now" at which point, within 30 seconds of coming round, I was on my feet, getting dressed (that didn't go so well - I've just discovered my knickers the wrong way round...). Then they said I couldn't until I had had a drink and used the toilet. That was accomplished within a minute, with the nurse and KFZK trying to slow me down. In the end they gave up and he called a cab. They tried to get me to wait to tell me the embryologist was coming. I told them to get her to call me, but she made it just before I bolted. They got the egg they expected, plus one more which might be immature. However, the spaff sample wasn't good - low volume (as usual) and only 13m swimmers. The numbers have been going down and down. They suggested ICSI but we have said no. I need time to get my head around that and couldn't make an on the spot decision (I really do need to move in increments, not leaps). We'll find out tomorrow if the egg has fertilised (I'm not counting on the small one -I'm a bit annoyed they went for it actually. One reason I am doing this au naturel is to avoid ethical agonising over embryo freezing.)
I've read before that a natural pregnancy is unlikely with fewer than 20m swimmers, so it looks like our issue is actually male factor. None of the SAs have been great, but ICSI has never been suggested before. I've suggested KFZK gets some more investigations done. I think he's quite upset that his contribution was not great having seen what I went through.
The upshot is, the process itself was fine. The only real difficulty was my issues with the clinical environments and lots of drugs, and those are very much my own issues.
Gin that curtained waiting area is really cramped. I almost killed the people next to me who were givving one another a running commentary of the yummy biscuits they were eating while I was still nil by mouth. Not very considerate. And I was grumpy as hell. I was very close to having words.