So sayeth Dr. Uterus. He was still on his hyperbole kick, this time declaring that my ovaries were quite possibly the most beautiful of all of 2007 and 2008. For a man who sees a lot of eggs, that was very nice to hear.
We are scheduled for a retrieval on Tuesday. Now the only thing standing between me and mature eggs is the HCG injection:
I wasn't that worried about it until I saw the needle that I'm supposed to use (me: "is that the mixing needle?" Nurse: "no, that's the mixing needle. This is the needle you inject. All 1.5 inches") and when they told me the cautionary tale of the Woman Who Didn't Follow Instructions. This woman had 10 follicles, but 0 eggs retrieved. Why? Because she decided that the intramuscular needle was "too big" and used the subcutaneous needle instead. Since the HCG didn't get absorbed, it could not trigger the eggs to mature. Since the eggs didn't mature, none could be retrieved. Ouch.
I always follow their instructions (yay OCD), but I didn't realize until I heard this tale just how critical the HCG trigger is. I got so paranoid about it and where to inject that they ended up drawing a giant target on my ass for me to use when the time comes. I've also called my neighbor who is in the medical profession and has done multiple IVF cycles to see if she is willing to help since Sweetie just about passed out at the notion of sticking me with a needle (so I guess that would be a no on helping me with the progesterone injections, huh?).
I have resigned myself to the fact that my ass is a giant pincushion and this shot is going to H-U-R-T.
Update: the shot did indeed H-U-R-T and we had some trouble getting all of the medicine into the syringe, but I managed to take it only 5 minutes late. Hopefully that 5 minutes won't make much of a difference.