Ugh. I’m feeling bad, bad, bad. The last dose of pain medication made me itch and nearly vomit so no more of that. It also seems that the anesthesia is taking a lot longer to wear off than I would have thought. I have bouts of vertigo and a constant sense that I might barf. It is also super painful to urinate.
When I was finally able to pee I felt like I should collect and measure it (Yes, after bad OHSS this is the kind of freak you become). I could only squeak out about 6 oz after five hours and two big glasses of water and a ginger ale. And it was tea colored which scared the bejesus out of me. My brother had tea colored pee when he was so deathly ill and his kidneys were shutting down.
I immediately called Mr. Husband in to look at it (he is so good) and we decided I should call the doctor. Dr. A assured me this is normal when so many eggs are retrieved. He said I will feel worse than most since I was under longer than usual and they had to do a lot of poking to get all the eggs. Hopefully I will feel much better tomorrow.
I was talking to one of my dearest friends today. She was overjoyed and said she can’t wait till her daughter has 27 playmates with super model long legs and terribly thin hair*. It made me beam. As our conversation continued it took a more serious turn. Evidently she and her husband have been discussing being our surrogate since there is real concern over my ability to carry a baby with my autoimmune issues. She said they both agreed without any hesitation that she would do this for me. No strings attached. I immediately began to cry. There are only two people on this planet that I would trust to carry my child, and that is this friend, and my friend in Atlanta who has also offered to be a surrogate. No matter how much shit life may throw at me from time to time, I really have absolutely amazing friends.
Now I’m going to drink another glass of water, try to pee and get some sleep. Until tomorrow, dear blogger friends!
* For those new to my blog, Mr. Husband is 6 foot 4 inches with the longest legs I have ever seen on a man. I am 5 foot 6 inches with super long legs and a freakishly short torso. Think “legs and a head.” We both also have pathetically thin hair. The chance that our child will come out with record-breaking long legs and zero hair is extremely high. And you know what? I can’t wait to love that babies awkwardness!