Home from the aspiration… Other than some pretty intense “pressure”, the procedure was fine. They drained a substantial amount of fluid from this 3 cm cyst as I saw in the container they left out on the cart, into which they had squirted the fluid after sucking it out (gross. really, really gross.). But it was actually really cool to watch while the cyst collapsed down to almost nothing as the fluid drained out.
Anyhow, I am high as a kite from the Tylenol 3 and Valium they gave me, but I am aware enough to remember that I am to start stims on Friday evening (YESSS! Did I ever think I’d be excited to start injecting myself with the crazy-making drugs? Probably not, but here I am anyhow.), and then I will go in Tuesday morning for a follicle check and blood work.
It’s really happening. It’s like with each new phase, I am just awed by the fact that this is all really happening, that even if this cycle fails, I am at least far, far closer to actually getting knocked up than I ever have been in the past. Something about that is comforting, I think.
So now, I’m about to plow through a Little Cheeseburger from Five Guys (Do you have Five Guys where you live? I think it’s an East Coast thing… But if you don’t, then boy, am I sorry for you. Spectacularly drippy yummy burgers and hand cut homemade-style fries. Yum, yum, yum.), while laying on the couch watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice on DVD. I’m starting to have some lower abdominal pinching, but luckily, I’ve got plenty of the narcotics to knock it down if it gets out of hand.
Yeah. I survived. On to the next phase!