Eggcellent skills

Well I was post poning this.... post, wow that sounded weird but anyway I didn't want to write anything for fear of jinxing something but... we're past our two week wait and things are looking... POSITIVE!

I'm also going to be buying a lot of things that look like these.

And hubby and I are totally doing this....

While thinking about this....

The egg implantation wasn't too scary either. This one was done at the fertility clinic with no anaesthetic, just a comfy chair and dimmed lights. Hubby was nagging me about wearing my daggy slip on shoes - which, yeah, they are a bit daggy but I didn't want to be farting around with laces or fiddly shoes. Besides, no one's there to critique my footwear. 

I stayed classy just now and didn't make the fur slipper joke but you're gong to think it now, aren't you?

Waiting room adventures and the hunger of a lifetime

After going through our cycle and this time going to egg collection, I just wanted to note down what happened from my point of view.

The day I was scheduled in for surgery, I had slept pretty well the previous night, considering.
I had had my trigger shot at 8pm on Sunday night, spent the whole of Monday at work being fretfully calm and then Tuesday I was raring to go.

I think the worst part of it was the fasting from midnight Monday. I know, first world problems and all.. but when someone tells you you can't eat... suddenly that's all you wanna do. Especially when you're a bit nervous. As it turns out, my operation was delayed due to a Cesarean and the waiting room kept playing ads for bacon.

Hubby was sitting with me in the waiting room until he had to go drop a load at the fertility clinic, then I had to go and see some nurses. They were all very nice, the main one Erin - kept up a light, witty banter. The only part I didn't like was the chat about the newest Kardashian-Jenner... personally I find them boring as hell and not worth keeping up with but I gave a chuckle or two when the nurse said she had put a bet on the new kid's name being either something generic like Jane or something ridiculous like Asparagus.

This nurse seems alarmed by how... hmm, vanilla I am?
I don't want to say boring, but she's like ok no allergies, no major prior surgery, no complications, no intricate vaginal piercings...
I'm sitting there like, Yup. You just wasted a lot of paper.

I kept getting called into tiny rooms for small consultations. One for the initial paper work run through, one to get changed (was surprised I didn't get a hair net or socks?) one to meet the anaesthetist and then one to go into the prep room. 

I also got to meet my fertility technician again - he was the one who did the lab tour with us and I recall quite liking him. Very happy, pleasant dude. I have forgotten his name though. Oops.

Tiny nurse Tina was also very nice, Gurney pushing Greg was hilarious - I felt weird being pushed around several wards when I was perfectly able to walk so it was nice to crack jokes about how many blue marks were on the otherwise pristine white roof. I also thanked him for bringing the bed down to my height otherwise I'd have no idea how I was gonna get up there. He said he wouldn't do that to me - very sweet.