I have really tried not to make myself neurotic. But this morning I made up for it. I was in tears, telling Dearest that this had all been for naught, that clearly my body had somehow decided to re-absorb all of those beautiful eggs and it was game-off. Went to my 9:15 pre-op this morning and told the Dr. my concerns. "Nope," he said, "nothing to fear. That is a normal reaction. Your body is just so used to being pummeled by hormones that it starts to settle down at this point for some women." WHAT?!? You should WARN a sister when all of her symptoms are going to disappear!!! I almost had a coronary!
Anyway. Everything is fine. Today I go fill scripts for the new drug regimen to begin tomorrow, which includes: tetracycline, medrol, darvocet, valium, and a vinegar-water douche. Yes, you read that correctly. The nurse said that to me and I thought to myself, "That's it, cancel the retrieval. I am not sure I want kids enough to douche." Who does that? I thought that was one of those 80's trends that had died with hair crimping. So I guess I have to go to the store and buy that. Would I be out of line to tell the check out lady (guy, actually. You know it will be a guy.) "This is for a medical procedure, not because my cooch is stank." Maybe they give you that valium to take before you go buy the douche, so you do not feel the pain of humiliation.
Guess it's game-on. I go in tomorrow at 6:45, should be leaving the joint around 9 or so if all goes according to plan. Then I will snooze all day under Dearest's watchful eye until I have to meet nurse jodi at the school for ass-shot #1. Can't wait until it's over!