Bad Dreams

I sleep like a log. On normal occasions I go to bed at about 11:30pm and wake up at about 7:30am. I don't wake up to go to the bathroom. I don't remember my dreams. I don't even recall waking up to turn over. I have been known to fall asleep in one position and wake up 8 hours later in the same position. Chris has had conversations with me when I was actually asleep. The dog has learned not to even bother jumping on me for a walk in the morning until the second snooze-alarm goes off. I am a very, very sound sleeper.

Except during IVF time.

Even before I get implanted I start having trouble sleeping. Part of this is because the egg retrieval process is a somewhat painful one and, therefore when my bladder gets full it presses against my ovaries and they hurt and I wake up. So I've been waking up to go to the bathroom one or two times a night which is unusual for me and then I have trouble falling back to sleep.

I also start having very vivid dreams and I start waking up at odd times for no reason. I woke up at 5:30am today and finally got up at 6:15 because, hell, why not, I was awake. This was after several bad dreams (not nightmares exactly, just bad dreams). One involved someone from the clinic calling me and informing me that while I had 7 great blastocysts ready for a day 5 transfer they found something in my blood which meant that they were just going to throw the eggs out because they would never implant. I tried to argue with them to freeze the eggs so I could get a surrogate but it was difficult because I was on a cell phone in a Turkish fabric market talking to a very important guy who I though could get me a really awesome job. The guy was my height and wore horn-rim glasses.

Dream number 2 I only remember that the doctor called me and told me that none of the eggs had made it to day 5 and the doctor told me that this is what I get for listening to him instead of going with my gut.

Two days ago I had a dream where the doctor invited me into the inner workings of the clinic which included a vast escalator that led to the huge billing department and then we took a walk through the fairgrounds. Yes, fairgrounds. There was a tent, and carnival like rides and there was a huge, grossly obese man who was suspended from the top of the carnival tent by his nipples swinging in the breeze. The Doctor told me that he paid them a lot of money to be allowed to do that.

I don't do dream analysis, partly because I don't have enough dreams that I remember to make it worth my while and partly because I think it's dumb. But I just thought I'd share.