The night before, I couldn't sleep. It was kinda like a kid on Christmas Eve, when you know you asked for that jammin' awesome boom box that you just HAD to have and the anticipation of knowing that it's just right there under the tree, waiting for you to rock it.
Ryan drove us up to the hospital because I had to take a valium to make sure that both me and my uterus was relaxed for the procedure. Let me tell you --- that stuff is amazing! I fell asleep about 5 minutes after taking it and woke up as we pulled into the hospital. I haven't felt that drunk in a very long time. I'm pretty sure I weirded a few people out in the elevator on the way up. Just a typical day.
The embryologist took us back to a room to get changed. I got the typical ugly hospital gown with booties and a hair net, but Ryan got a cool spacesuit. He was pretty excited about it.
Once we were changed, the embryologist (who looks a lot like Doogie Howser) brought in an 8x10 photo of the best 2 embryos. Is it weird that I felt instantly in love with them? He said these were by far the best 2 and if we were ready to go, we just had to sign the waiver that it was ok to put them both in me and get moving.
Here's our 2 rockstars. I call them the girls.
They took us into the operating room, put me up on the table and Ryan into the chair beside me. A window opened up and an embryologist in the back room asked us to look at the big screen to verify my name and birthday on the petri dish. When we looked up there, we could see the two blastocysts floating on the media and I thought that was the coolest part. The doctor visualized my uterine lining on the ultrasound, practiced putting a cath in, and then yelled "Load 'em up." After what seemed like an eternity with me laying on the table spread eagle with a speculum in, in came the tube that contained our babies. They inserted it, watched via ultrasound to ensure they knew it was at the back of the uterus, and then pushed the trigger and injected them in.
About a minute later, I was up off the table and into the restroom to empty my full bladder. Irrationally, I kept thinking "please don't fall out!" while I went. I headed back into the initial room to get changed again. Ryan already had his spacesuit off and informed me that he shoved it into my purse because he wanted to take it home. Totally normal.
I got dressed, and the embryologist put me in the wheelchair and wheeled me down to the car himself. Before we left, he said that everything looked perfect and that he expected us to return with nothing but good news. That was sweet of him to say, but of course, my infertility brain immediately thought "well, we will see." We got in the car and headed back home where I then continued to lay on the couch for the next three days.
In addition to being PUPO (pregnant until proven otherwise) I also got to start progesterone injections in my butt on a nightly basis. The needles are pretty huge, and the progesterone is super thick, so I have to have other people give them to me. So far, I've pulled my pants down for 4 different people to stick me and it is not my favorite. Tonight, the night before my beta, I had reached my limit with the shots and kinda snapped at my mom to hurry up and get it over with because it's probably going to be the last one that we do. Can you tell I'm getting grumpy?
So tomorrow, I get my blood drawn to see if one or both of them decided to stick in there and actually start to become a baby that I can take home. It all comes down to this. One more day to see if all the pain was worth it. Please still be in there, little ones. I'm seriously begging you. I promise to be an awesomely cool mommy. Just please be in there.
