Egg Retrieval - Just call me the Cadbury Bunny :)

So two days ago I had my egg retrieval. One of the three most important dates in this long process of invitro (transfer, and test being the other two). But this was my moment to shine, and I feel pretty darn proud of myself for my contribution. It was severely storming here on Tuesday as we made our way over to the lab at 6:00am. When we got there we had to wait awkwardly in the room with another husband and his mother. I was just waiting for them to call Don or the other husband back to the "sample" room so we could all be really uncomfortable, but I was luckily spared from this. We anxiously waiting for about 30 minutes until the anesthesiologist called me back. He took me to this tiny room and handed me tiny robe and blue socks and told me to get undressed and crack the door so that he would know I was finished. So I did and I tried to put the robe on with the opening in the front (which made more sense to me at the time) but it completely did not cover me up. I thought, oh man, does the opening go in the front or back? And why was it so small!?!? So I cracked the door and stuck my head out to take a peek to ask him, and he wasn't there. No one was there. So I stood there for a second and decided to make a last second switch and put the opening in the back. I tied the ties as tight as I could, but I could feel the breeze and knew that all mankind would see my butt if I walked out of the room. I slipped on the socks that had the no slip grippers on the bottom like feety pajamas have and cracked the door. I stood there rethinking my decision to put the opening in the back, since I could no longer control what was showing back there and there he was....waiting for me to walk ahead of him. Great I have to walk ahead of him, no shame no gain right? Well, at this point, after showing my hoohah to everyone that works at the clinic in some form or fashion, does it really matter if they see the back view? Anyway, so they lay me on this table that (very unfortunately) reminded me of the table that they strap someone down to do lethal injections on. They strapped my legs and arms in while the anesthesiologist made a joke about needing to strap me down so that I didn't help and he started an IV and about five seconds later the room started spinning. Right before I went to sleep the embryologist introduced herself to me as our first babysitter. I thought that was kind of cute. I felt the need to announce that I was about to go out, so I did and thats all I remember about that. When I woke up the first thing I said was "how many eggs did we get?" And they told me, and then she said I asked another four times. I was in some major pain, and very grumpy all the sudden so I just decided to keep my mouth shut. Don helped me to the truck and we drove home, feelin every little bump. I was in some major pain. Apparently I had over 35 follicles that they drained, getting 20 eggs. The procedure that normally took 15 min took 45 min with me. They were very afraid I would become very ill with OHSS (ovary hyper stimulation syndrome) since I had so many follicles. I went straight to bed for the rest of the day. Apart from having a major cold sweat meltdown (due to the anesthesia I am guessing), and the extreme soreness I was doing ok. Okay, except for the fact that my loving husband, who makes me laugh constantly, was really trying to make me feel better by trying to get me to laugh which really hurt. If you have ever seen "Swamp People", Don does the best impression of Troy (which we dub "fat tongue"). And while any other time his impression would have brightened my day, that day it just hurt. One of my best friends brought us some supper and my parents came over with my niece and nephew which was nice. The next day, and five pounds of bloating later, I got up at 8 am, which was really not good, because it made for long day of "A Baby Story", "I didn't know I was pregnant", and "Teen Mom", that I really just didn't need to subject myself to. I mean really, how could you not know you were pregnant. Geez. I got a call from the doctors office with the 24 hour fertilization report saying that they had some great news. Fifteen embryos had fertilized. Fifteen! Wow.....Could some be our babies? It was a wonderfully strange thought. I found myself being sad for the five that didn't make it, but the nurse said not all fifteen would make it to Sunday either which was why it was good we had so many. The nurse asked about whether I was in a lot of pain and I told her my symptoms. Tenderness in the abdomen, major bloating, major soreness. She said all of these were normal because they stuck me over 35 times (how many times did they stab Caesar?) and some were because of OHSS which will only get worse if I get pregnant. Apparently the only way to get rid of OHSS is to get your period or after the 8th week of pregnancy. Neither or good, but I would take the latter over the former. What's another 8 weeks of being uncomfortable? She said salty foods would help so I am eating as much as I can stomach, and hoping to get rid of as much fluid before Sunday. So the transfer is now planned for Sunday with bedrest for three days. Then comes the dreaded two week wait until we know if we are sucessful. Waiting? Again?!?!?! Seriously...