5

I wish I was writing this post with more enthusiasm, but it's hard to be positive while feeling sad & disappointed.

My egg collection was this morning. We got 5 eggs. Out of the 12-13 spotted, of the 10 full sized ones, only 5 actually produced eggs. Looks like my ovaries don't even want to do their job during IVF.

Everyone was lovely at the surgical unit, the nurses were so great, and the group of women there for their own egg pick-ups were amazing. We chatted to pass the time, traded stories of our process, and it was just a wonderful feeling of not being alone. Unfortunately, that's where the good times stop.

I'm feeling completely wrecked after today's procedure. The IV sedation did nothing. I was wide awake, and I felt everything. The pain was enough to make me cry on the table, apologising all the while. I had a full dose of sedation, plus two extra local anaesthetic shots to my cervix, and nothing helped. And to find out after all that, that I'd only managed to get 5 eggs out of it? I was a mess. I spent the hour and a bit in recovery blubbering and in pain. 

We're home now. I'm tired, I'm sad. The scientist we spoke to after the procedure told me that because of my age, my eggs were likely just fine - and Jase did great with his part of the bargain too, love that man. He's so wonderful, he's really looking after me and I feel so lucky that he's my husband.

Now all we can do is wait, and pray to God that these 5 eggs fertilise. Our odds of frozen embryos are shot now, so praying we get at least one or two that are overachievers, so that we can transfer the very best one.