Five days after the transfer, I felt my stomach became a little bigger than usual. Because my jeans became tight.
It was hard to keep sitting down while wearing jeans, and I felt my stomach stretch.
" Ahhh...., oh no, am I getting OHSS ? "
( If you want to know about OHSS, click here : )
http://nationalwomenshealth.adhb.govt.nz/Portals/0/AA%20OHSS%20Patient%20%20Information%20Handout1.pdf
And after three more days, I certainly felt my stomach stretch and I couldn't wear my usual jeans anymore.
I weighted myself and I put 2kg from my usual weight.
" I think I have OHSS. " I told this to my husband.
Then things became worse, my stomach felt more and more stretched and I couldn't stop eating pickles.
Suddenly I felt like eating pickles and I finished a bottle soon. Once I started to eat pickles, I couldn't stop.
" Am I pregnant ?? " I thought, but I felt more suffering than joy at that time. It was on a Sunday, I couldn't go to the fertility centre, but from late at that night, it started to snow very heavily.
The next day it was still snowing a lot and all the ground was covered by a lot of snow. " Is the fertility centre open ? " I wondered.
Fortunately, they were open and my husband's work was closed due to the snow. My husband took me to the centre, at that time I already couldn't walk properly.
They weighted me and took four tubes of my blood for testing samples.
" Take these bloods and go to the Women's hospital, and pack your stuff to stay in hospital. "
We went back home at once and packed my stuff, and went toward the Women's hospital.
Om the way to hospital, our car had a little slip a few times, I held my seat belt tight. My husband let me get off in front of the hospital and he wanted me to wait for him inside the hospital, but the car got stuck in the snow.
A lady who was there by chance helped me push our car. I was holding my bloods when I was pushing, I think it was really odd view. Everything was unusual on that day.
However I felt thank you to that lady.
I took a urine test and three doctors checked my stomach. Over an hour later I was told that I have to stay in hospital. I was taken to the room where I'll stay on a wheelchair. As I arrived at the room, a nurse put me in white tights on my legs for protection from swelling in my legs, and I had to have a drip in my left hand. It was a room for two, but there was only me there. There was my own bathroom in the room and a view from the window which was nice. I had my own TV on the wall and the bed bends up and down by remote.
After my husband left, I looked at the nice and snowy view from the window, and thought and wondered if I am pregnant and how long will I stay here ??
