My first retrieval

The morning of my first retrieval, I was nothing short of terrified. I sat in the waiting room at the clinic in cold sweat for a half hour before I was escorted into the surgical suite. 

From there, things improved. Once I was resting on the gurney in a fashionable surgical gown with matching socks and an IV drip on my arm, the nurse gave me a tranquilizer, which made me feel pleasantly fuzzy. I remember being walked into the surgical room and installed on the stir-ups. Then, suddenly, I was out in a sleep so deep and delicious that I was somewhat disappointed when the doctor woke me up to tell me they had retrieved 28 eggs. I was back in the post-op recovery room, with a hot bottle on my somewhat crampy belly and a blanket over my body. Next, the nurse gave me a glass of apple juice and animal crackers. I rested for another half hour, and then I was dismissed. 

A car service my agency had hired drove me home and I went straight to bed. Other than slight cramps, I did not feel a thing. "A piece of cake," I thought...