Ever see an overstimulated ovary on an ultrasound? It reminds me of an opening flower. Imagine the petals slightly folded, curving - arched and rounded. Imagine 8 petals on one flower, 10 on another - because that's what's going on. I'm up to 18 follicles!
Or, for those of you who are hungry, you could imagine each ovary as a piece of popcorn, but I doubt you want to associate that yumminess with an organ. You'll never munch down in a theater the same way again.
Or, for you nerds out there, it looks a lot like some crazy molecule model in 3D.
It's crazy. I'm not sure I'm developing as fast as I should, but I am developing a great quantity. Let's hope at least part of it is quality. I'm concerned because 4 are completely immature - under 10mm, and probably 8-10 are around 14-15mm, and only 4 - 6 are over 16mm.
Think about that size - it's approximately a fingernail and a half in width. Now multiply that by seven, all over an ovary which is usually the size of a teaspoon . That's now the size of each of my ovaries. No wonder I'm feeling a wee bloated. I'm in pajama pants because they are the only ones that fit me comfortably right now. I'll wear dresses the next couple of days so I don't have anything against my belly.
I am scheduled for egg retrieval on Wednesday morning at 9am. I'll trigger tonight with the help of a friend. I'll probably be sleeping on and off that afternoon like last time, coming off anesthesia but on painkillers. I'll know number of eggs when I wake up. I'm still surprised that I had the presence of mind to ask how many eggs as soon as I was cognizant last time. I had this memory of being told but the nurse swore up and down that I hadn't been told because they hadn't known yet. I swear someone must have said something in the OR when I was under and I was so desperate to know that I retained it!
More acupuncture tomorrow, and then we ER and wait. I've learned to fill my days up to get the time to pass as quickly as possible. It's the only way to stay sane. Now watch me be lazy and sit my butt on the sofa. Oh, yeah, I guess I kinda have to do that anyway because of recovery and bedrest. Nice excuse!
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