I’m sitting here drinking my sad little cup of decaffinated coffee. I’m trying to be good this 2WW and follow all the rules! But oh man could I use some jet fuel this morning.
The transfer yesterday was a breeze- after the initial 3 hour wait. We arrived at 12:20 for a 1:00 transfer. Nurse calls while we’re in the parking lot to tell us to wait an hour. I’m so full of water at this point I just went straight to the bathroom. We killed some time at Starbucks and went back. They stuck me in a room at 2:30PM. I didn’t get the transfer done until almost 4PM! I actually had to run and pee and refill 3 times while waiting. I felt like the most hydrated person in the world!
Maybe that valium really did help because I didn’t feel a thing this time except for that uncomfortable bladder squashing ultrasound. I didn’t even watch the monitor because I didn’t want to know when it was happening. Just glad they took a picture! So here it is, in all its glory: My egg in utero! (and my giant full bladder is that black thing at the top)
We also got an egg picture. The embryologist had some big long explanation about why they don’t grade embryos because there’s no official key and that the photo doesn’t look great because it’s a 3-D photo shown in 2-D and blah blah. So of course I’m all tweaked out that my egg isn’t the pretty 6 cell daisy looking thing I keep seeing, but instead looks like bubbly mush. I spent way too much time googling fragmented embryos. This phrase was never uttered to us, it’s just something I found when looking at other embryo development pics. But I figure if it wasn’t good enough to put back in, they wouldn’t do it right?? I can’t even find 6 cells on the thing, but they said it was so I’ll just hold onto that. I’ll take what I can get at this point.
So here’s to the big 2WW and lots of obsessing. I’m about to go pee on a stick right now so I can start testing out the trigger. My official date to go back in for the pregnancy test is Aug. 11.