IVF Transfer Day

10am – It has been 5 days since the egg collection and I m back at the clinic, waiting for the transfer. It is the first time in this whole process I here without Chris – he just had to stay at work after he took some days off last week to go home with me to see my mum. Few days ago he told me that it is strange to think he won’t be there when I get pregnant.
I forgot to drink and luckily there is water fountain in the waiting room, chucking down two plastic cups of water hoping my bladder will fill up very quickly!

10:30am – I got called in to change into the hospital rope. I desperately need to pee, so my bladder is definitely full. Perhaps too full. Still no news about my embryos – have the 3 survived???
Stress levels very high. Heartburn got worse. Waiting for the nurse to collect me from the little changing room I am in.

10:45 I walked into the treatment room. There were 3 people in there: a nurse, an embryologist and a doctor. The nurse asked me to sit on the bed and then the embryologist came to talk to me. She checked my name and date of birth and then told me they will implant a 3BB embryo. I panicked as 3BB doesn’t sound like a supreme quality, but she ensured me it was a good embryo. I looked at the doctor who smiled and said that it is good an what we wanted. In any case, I thought to myself I don’t have a choice at this stage.
The embryologist then left the room via a connecting glass door to the embryo laboratory which was full of other embryologists, shelves and microscopes. The rooms were next to each other and I couldn’t keep my eyes of that room during the whole procedure.
The doctor then started the process, which looked like having a smear test. She put a long tube in, as thin as a needle, and then took it out. (I thought maybe she was doing a practice run!). Then she yelled “yep” which was clearly a sign for the nurse to go and get the embryologist from laboratory behind the glass. The embryologist then came in with a very long, thin as a needle tube and passed it onto the doctor. The doctor inserted it and ten kept looking at the clock for 1 minute. She took the tube out and the nurse called the embryologist again. She took the tube to check if the embryo has been released from the tube and after a minute she said “yes, all clear”, and within the 30seconds the doctor was ready! It was barely 11am.

11am – I got some forms to sing – do I want to freeze the remaining embryos? I don’t know, need to talk to Chris.

11:05 – I am allowed to go to pee. And ordered to think positive. And good luck from everyone.

11:07 – I am out of the hospital, on the phone to Chris who is incredibly excited.

11:15 – went to TopShop, Zara, Starbucks (camomile tea, no coffee allowed according to my husband). It is strange thinking that no one around knows that a team of people just made me pregnant. (Not officially, but for the time being)

13:00 – meeting Chris outside his office for lunch. I m supposed to stay calm and relaxed and not go to the gym (which I really crave for once!). The key is to keep tummy relaxed.

15:00 – googling “3bb embryo”. Loads of positive stories put my mind at rest.

19:00 – After dinner at home Chris kissed my belly. It was such a strange feeling.

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About kidsandotherthings

This box is to small to dwell on my passions, the complexities and simplicities of my personality, my likes and dislikes so I get straight to the point: it's time for me to have a baby. I didn't grow up wishing for a baby and counted the days until I could start a family. Neither did I wake up one day and thought that my life is missing a kid. It's not. I love my husband, I love our life and frankly, I am not sure I am ready to change it. Nor did I gave up to the pressure of having a baby after being happily married to a gorgeous, sexiest man alive. I just think it's time for me to try something new. I know these decisions shouldn't be taken lightly and I spent a lot of time thinking things through. Well, my mum is also suffering from incurable cancer and that give me a whole lot of reasons. Turns out, it's not that easy for us. We are going through IVF and something called ICSI.
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