Triggering, but not without drama!

I'm writing this down to record all of this...you know, for the book.

So after waiting around for hours and hours and paging the nurse they finally called with my trigger time.

3:30 AM.

Um, I don't think so.

That would put our retrieval at 2:30 pm on Tuesday, when we were supposed to be on the last flight out at 7:15, leaving our hotel on the SuperShuttle at 3:15.

I started babbling to the nurse about how that wouldn't work and she told me that "everyone had a sob story about why they needed their retrieval at a certain time."

Oh really? Is everyone doing a freeze-all and leaving right away? Dr. M knew we were flying out the same day and said that while it wasn't highly recommended, people do it all the time. She knew we needed the earliest retrieval possible.

Then the nurse said that they had nine retrievals for Tuesday, so they were just really really busy. And she'd already called everyone else with their trigger times and retrieval times, so I guess we were dead last on the list.

OK. It's not my fault they're a huge clinic and accept so many patients cycling at the same time that they have nine retrievals on one day. Not my fault. And it was ridiculous to think that they couldn't get to us in the morning.

I asked if I could talk to Dr. M myself and see if we could figure something out. She said "She doesn't have a magic wand regarding scheduling." Hpmph. Maybe not, but I can guarantee she'd try to run interference for me.

Geez this nurse was on my nerves! In the background Mr. LastChance was going ape-shit crazy because we were both seeing all our hard work at rescheduling our own jobs, at re-doing flights, re-doing SuperShuttles, re-doing everything just going down the toilet.

Finally the nurse said she would call another patient back and see if we could switch. Which apparently wasn't that hard as she called back ten minutes later and said "Would a 12:15 retrieval work?" We jumped on it.

So yeah, I'm going to be out of CC.R.M. at 2:15 to catch at 3:15 SuperShuttle to catch at 7:15 flight. I know we can do it.

But ummmm, the estrogen was 6723. I've never had it this high at trigger before. EVER.

And suddenly I have visions of OHSS swirling around in my brain--you know, because I cannot.be.sick.this.week. with work.

They're still giving me the full dose of HCG. When we asked about the booster (although with an E2 like that I seriously doubt it) the nurse backpeddled and acted like she didn't know anything about that...which to me means she didn't talk to Dr. M specifically about my case. Because I know full well Dr. M would have mentioned it, whether we were doing it or not.

So she said she'll call Dr. M and call us back. Ummmm, yeah you will. We still haven't heard.

So...aside from eating salty food and drinking Gatorade (though I need to find something like that with no sugar in it) what else? No exercise, I've read. No sex. No heavy lifting (sorry Mr. LastChance, you'll be the Sherpa for sure in the airport tomorrow!)....

I can't believe after all this my E2 went up that high.

Trying to channel some peaceful energy here....

ANOTHER EDIT/UPDATE:
When the nurse called back again, she said Dr. M wanted me to take a shot of Antagon right away and also to start Dostinex to help with the E2. I was confused--don't you give Antagon to prevent ovulation? And don't we sort of want to mature the eggs to ovulate and then suck 'em right out right before?
She said as long as Antagon is given before the trigger it's fine. So I'm trusting them on that...it's in me now. We had to catch a shuttle ride over to CC.R.M. to meet the nurse with the meds. Geez. Her words were: "The more complicated the cycle the better it turns out!" Yeah, right. I've been funky from the get-go and it hasn't served me well...yet.