FET 6: Transfer day (2/23/18)

This post was originally written on the date in the subject line. All posts for FET 6 were saved as drafts and posted together as a series on one day. Read more here. 

Officially pupo!

I can't even remember the start of the day. I got semi dressed to take out the trash. Then go back in bed with coffee to watch Today. I showered last night right before the massage and planned to be home by noon and shower then go to the clinic. So I got dressed and went to work. Got little done and left at noon. I decided to stop at the grocery to pick up soap and milk, among a few other items. I was supposed to drink my 16 to 20 oz at noon, but I figured I'll drink when I get home.

I got home at 12:15. And went to the bathroom. When I was back on my phone I saw my nurse had emailed w subject line: Transfer. Heart pounding I started going through all the scenarios why she would be contacting me minutes before we leave to go to the clinic. So I fumble to get my password in and read the email. I see that she wrote, "glad the transfer went well!"  I instantly type back, "haven't been there yet. What do you mean??" And since she didn't respond within seconds I called. Luckily for everyone she picked up in the second ring because I was about to Lose. My. Shit. My hands were shaking when she answered. I had assumed that they put my transfer in someone else. That's the only reason right??? She apologized and said she looked at the thaw report. The thaw was ok. She was premature on sending the email. Story of their life right? This is basically what happened a few weeks ago when the nurse looked at the info wrong. I told her that I'm about to go for the transfer and when they ask why my blood pressure is through the roof I'll blame her.

What hell. Never a dull moment. This clinic is such a disaster. At some point I'm going to write out all my grievances so that I don't forget with time. Throughout the morning I kept going to the bathroom. At first it was normal then kept getting softer.... nervous shits.

So it's 12:30 by the time I drink my water. It's 30 min past the time but whatever. We got ready to go and arrived in time at 12:45. I ran to the bathroom (one of the nurses yelled out "only a little!" thinking it was my overfull bladder) and had a mess with #2 but trying not to let all the pee escape.

We had the transfer. I was emotional but tried not to cry bc I didn't want to mess up the speculum/catheter and ruin it all. Held my husband's hand throughout. Took a selfie while we were waiting before doc got there. Got a picture of our embryos and it was over before we knew it. Back home by 1:45.

I had lunch when we got home because I was starving: scrambled eggs w swiss slice, bagel w cream cheese, 2 grillers, 3 mini hamentashen, and pineapple. Weather is cloudy and drizzling and chilly.

Now I'm watching Louis CK and Jim Gaffigan. And keep reminding myself- oh right! That happened! It's 3:17 and I'm chilling before showering for Shabbat and having our guests.

We're both optimistic about this transfer. It was rough getting to this point but we're pretty zen with the decisions that got us to this point. Now we just need stickage!!!