The best/worst cycle ever

I was taking follistim. There were too many eggs. The doctor was worried that there could be complications and discussed our options. We could pull the eggs out and freeze them for later or IVF now or we could skip this cycle. Since none of the eggs were yet mature enough to fertilize, my husband asked what if we don't use the follistim for one day and see what happens? The doctor said we could try that. We made an appointment for the next day. She checked my ovaries and found that a few of the eggs had stopped growing, but four were still on track. The perfect amount. So I took the follistim again the next few days and then the ovidrel to force ovulation. Then we wait.

A few days later I was sitting at my desk at work and suddenly was in terrible pain. I called my husband who called the doctor. She said to come in right away. After looking at my ovaries she said she had good or bad news for me, depending on how you saw it. As she had feared, I had ovarian hyper-stimulation syndrome. My ovaries had gone into overdrive from the meds and were producing a ton of estrogen, causing a ton of eggs to grow. She said that meant chances for multiples would increase. It also meant that if I got pregnant things would get worse before they got better. If I did not, things would subside with my cycle. She took some blood and told us to come back the next day.

The next morning we were sitting in her office and she cautiously told us that she had tested to see if I was pregnant- something I had not expected her to be able to do so early- and I had a very low positive. She did not seem excited, and at the time we were a little disappointed that she was not excited for us. Looking back, I realize how concerned she was to get our hopes up considering how high a chance of miscarriage I was facing. She started me on progesterone and had me come in to be checked constantly.

Thus started my very first pregnancy. I was thrilled, but could not enjoy it. I was miserably sick all the time from all of the elevated hormones and constantly worried about miscarriage. We agreed to wait until 20 weeks to tell even our families. In the mean time, it was our little secret. Oh, and by the time this happened, I was finally just barely within the correct BMI for my height.