Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Yesterday was transfer day. M. and I made the drive up to the big city in the afternoon silently. I don't think either of us said 10 words to the other! My biggest fear was that we'd get there and they would tell us that none of the embryos had made it. I know that they would have called, but that's what my crazy mind was telling me.
I drank my recommended water in the car, and was already uncomfortable as we pulled into the parking lot. Once in the office, we went back to the same room we prepped for my ER in, and filled in on what was going to happen. The nurse looked at M., and said, "Well, no one told me how big you were! I'll have to go get another jumpsuit!", and promptly left the room. We looked at each other, and started to laugh. She brought back one of those blue paper jumpsuits which still barely came down to his ankles. M. is 6'4" to my 5'3" frame...
Once we were properly clothed, they wheeled us into the OR for the transfer. We both found it so interesting to see everything...the embies on the TV monitor, the catheter sucking them up, the ultrasound and my uterus. Other than my really full bladder, it didn't hurt at all.
45 minutes after laying flat on my back, it was time to go.
I was really surprised by how relieved I felt walking out the door. M. did, too and we talked about it on the way home. All the stress came from making sure we did everything we could to get to transfer.
It's truly out of our hands now. Nothing we do can change the outcome.
Meanwhile, I've been talking to "the kids", trying to convince them that my ute is a very comfortable place to hang for the next 9 months.
Beta day is the 16th.