Those of you who know my whole disaster retrieval story will understand that I kind of freak out every time we need to trigger now. (Short story for those who are unfamiliar - I had a faulty trigger shot about 16 months ago that completely f?cked up my IVF and I ended up needing three retrievals in 24 hours, for a grand total of two embryos who became twins, who became a singleton, who became a second tri loss).
So last night was trigger time. The last two times I've triggered (since the mess) I've gone in the next day for betas to confirm for my own peace of mind, and both times the numbers were fine. We decided to skip that this time because it was obviously a fluke (they pulled that batch of HCG last year) and I'm a bit of a hike from my clinic.
But I couldn't relax this morning. I've just been sitting around worrying. 'What if I somehow get another bad vial? What if my body doesn't metabolize this shot properly? What if?'
So I gave in and tested on a FRER, even though it was about the 4th or 5th time I've peed today (I have to drink gallons of gatorade right now for OHSS prevention). And that mofo came back with the prettiest line I've seen in well over a year. THANK GOD. So now I can just kind of relax and know that I've done everything as well as I could and it's all out of my hands. My job now is to chill, stop eating after midnight, and report for egg scraping at 8:30 tomorrow morning.