Tuesday was the big day. I was to take my progesterone shot at 6:45, and drink about 32 oz of water to fill my bladder. We were to show up at the clinic by 8:15 for an 8:45 transfer.
Well all I had were the little hotel cups, so I had no idea how much water I had drunk by the time I got to the clinic. I do know that I was overflowing to the point where I seriously thought I was going to burst. I saw the pictures of the embryos that were to be transferred, but I can hardly remember anything that was said in the consultation room. I was so focused on having to pee.
Finally, they took me back to get changed and allowed me to empty a small amount from my bladder. It was not as much as I wanted. I changed into my gown and no slip socks, wrapped my blanket around me, then went to meet my nurse outside the room. She took my vitals and then took me to a large room with a bed that looked like it was out of a horror film. Once I was settled, a square in the wall opened up, and another nurse poked her head in to say hello. I believe she was the embryologist. She and the nurse who was with me were full of smiles and happiness. If I didn't feel like my bladder would explode, I would have been very relaxed.
Then, in comes the doctor. The hilarious doctor. I am talking F-U-N-N-Y must be his middle name. He asks how I am doing and then asks if I have to go to the bathroom. I respond with a yes, of course. Then he goes "SSSSssssssss... How do you feel now?" I can't even laugh. I am just trying not to pee on him.
As the nurse gets the ultrasound on my stomach and we can actually see my huge bladder next to a little line that is supposed to be the uterus, it becomes even harder to forget that I have to GO. This is especially because Dr. Glassner has decided to talk about rushing water and going swimming.... and even better, he takes a metal pan and empties a syringe filled with water into it.
At this point, all I can think is that this guy wants me to pee all over, perhaps he has like a goal or keeps a scorecard. I don't know. I close my eyes and try to meditate, and then Doc says, "It's a proven fact that if a woman is laughing or happy when getting an IVF transfer done, there is a higher chance for success." I think, ahh... well.. anything for a successful transfer.
Then in just a few quick moments, the two high quality embryos are sent into my uterus in what Doc calls a "beautiful transfer" I heave a sigh of relief because I can go to the bathroom now, right?
Nope. Now I have to lie still and "relax" for five minutes. The nurse took my blood pressure again and laughed because my pressure definitely showed my stress level.
I was then set free and directed right to the bathroom. I have never been so happy to see a toilet.
I was then moved to change back. Then I went back to the waiting room and met back up with my IPs and my hubby, and the birthday cake the IPs had given him. My hubby and I went straight back to the hotel and watched TV all day. I also had a large coloring book so each of my girls got a picture of barbie colored by me.
Yes. I had to go potty horribly, but the whole vibe of Mainline Fertility was one of happiness, and helpfulness. Except when I was changing, I was never alone. I had the same nurse with me the whole time and she seemed to genuinely care about how I was feeling. She did laugh at all of Doc's jokes, but she was also supportive when I asked if anyone had ever actually peed on the table. (yes, by the way.) I wish I could remember her name. I was really distracted though. It might have been Renee'
We flew back home the next day.
I am still waiting to find out if the transfer took. I did break down and take a home test. It was negative. I think that doesn't mean anything because it is pretty early to detect a pregnancy. I will probably just wait until the blood draw on Monday rather than trying to take another. I am having some symptoms that could be pregnancy, or they could be the progesterone. So, there is no way to know.
Think sticky thoughts for me. I will share the news as soon as I am able.