24 Hour Wait

My ovaries are aching today. I sneezed a few times this AM and thought I might pop a follicle. I'm sure I'm being paranoid beyond all reason. This time tomorrow I'll be laying in a bed with an IV trailing out of my arm, praying that Dr. Z retrieves each one of my 12 eggs successfully. J will be upstairs in the "Jungle Room" tuned into Rocco doing this thing with an orgy of women. Dr. Z really must buy a DVD player...J comments each time he is to produce a sperm sample how frustrating it is to have to navigate an antiquated VCR and try to remain turned on at the same time. I've done nearly everything possible in order to make this work out. I'm sure I missed things. I could have done more yoga, meditated more, taken more walks and just exercised more in general. I could have eaten salmon for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I could have used my juicer as I had planned to do. There were the wheat grass tablets that I could have substituted for fresh. I'm sure that if this IVF doesn't work I'll ponder on each of these "I could haves" and drive myself completely batty. But not yet. For now I'll try to remain as optimistic as I can possibly be.