They will call you mid/late afternoon on Sunday to give you your transfer time. Since the last two transfers were always in the afternoon, I looked forward to sleeping in past 6:00. When I checked my phone and saw a message from them, I was shocked that they told me I had to be there by 10:00....oh and don't forget to get your blood drawn prior to coming in. Well there goes that plan of sleeping in.
Up early to head to my RE's office for my progesterone level blood work - which let's take a side street for a minute.....PIO's SUCK - they fucking hurt! I had the brilliant idea of trying the tops of my thigh the other night....BIG MISTAKE....HUGE! I was about halfway through and all I wanted to do was pull it out. Still feels like a giant charlie horse. My recommendation is DO NOT EVER DO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!! EVER!
Okay back to transfer day.....told the hubs I would pick him up at 9:15 (figuring that would give us plenty of time to get in since we'd only be 20 minutes away). HA! Once we hit a section in town, it was a parking lot....only to find out the reason was because they were doing tree work on the side of the road causing everyone to panic! I just about blew a gasket at that point. Weaved in and out of cars to get to the hospital...20 minutes late! As we were literally running across the street I could feel my phone going off....it's them. I tell them I am running in the doors and to the elevator and will be up in 5 minutes.
I get geared up and hubs gets his scrubs on. The nurse asked me how my bladder was and if I needed anything else to drink. I didn't realize how full it actually was until that moment.....yeah, I'm good on drinking anything else. Then we sat....and sat......and sat. I hear the doctor say he has to run to OR and will be back in 5 minutes. Um, what? There is no way you will make it down there and back in 5 minutes....crap I really have to pee. I get up and start to walk circles around the chair to alleviate some of the bladder pressure. One of the nurses asked if I wanted to empty just a little bit out of my bladder. Listen lady, if I'm going to the bathroom, I'm gonna empty all of it. There is no way I can just let a little out.
The doc finally makes it back - 20 minutes later! Runs over to me, tells me how perfect the blast is, sign some paperwork and off we go. He wanted to do a mock transfer first and that went as perfect as he wanted it to go. Now it's time for Nemo (for those of you that have seen the movie....we gave 'him' this name since 'he' was the last egg to survive). In goes the embryo and we wait for what felt like an hour. For some reason I felt the urge to cry. Why was this so emotional for me? Was it because I felt this might be it for us? Would we want to go through this all again?
30 seconds the nurse says.
Please God, let this little one snuggle in and stay nice and comfy for the next 10 months.
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