Here we are, the day of my egg retrieval (ER)surgery, and as I sit here at 5:30am, preparing to leave the house soon, I can't help but have the random the thought, "Is today like Easter?"
I mean, Dr. M is going to go around inside my ovaries looking for and scooping up as many eggs as possible? That's pretty much what little kids do on Easter, right? Go around and collect eggs (not the "inside my ovaries" part)?
Ha.
Come on, I need to still be able to find some humor in all of this... so this is my attempt.
At least I made myself laugh (well, more like chuckle) this morning. And being in good spirits before going into the ER has to be worth something, right? I think so.
At this point, I'm ready to have these eggs out of me... all 30+ of them (yup, that many... remember, I hyper-stimmed, blah). So, I'm pretty bloated, uncomfortable, and it hurts to just sit down sometimes, and also trying to be very careful not to inadvertently do something to accidentally twist an ovary (called ovarian torsion).
So, we're about to be off... and get this Easter party started...
