Finally, I was called into the procedure room. I remember the anesthesiologist putting an oxygen mask over my face and telling me to think of my favorite place. I remember him putting the drugs into my IV. I remember looking at the light overhead, and thinking "I hope this doesn't take long". And then Elizabeth was standing over me in the recovery room.
As soon as I was conscious, I felt some crazy need to prove how alert I was. While I was waiting to go into the procedure room, I had heard the people in the beds next to me, groggy and mumbling after they woke up. My control freak self said that I just couldn't be one of those crazy mumbling women. So I made a point of being super chatty with the nurse, which probably just made me seem like a weirdo.
Overall, the retrieval was much better than I expected. I haven't felt any pain or nausea, and was up and ready to go within 1/2 hour of being wheeled out of the recovery room. And they got 18 eggs! Now I am waiting on pins and needles for the phone call on Monday, when I find out if any of them fertilized.
Lucky duck socks in the recovery room