Transfer #8

After so many transfers you'd think I would have it down pat, but no I need to wear the stupid badge too. I think my mistake was having a cup of tea in the morning. Tea, being a diuretic, make me wee - a lot. In between admission to the hospital and being seated in the 'holding' area,about half an hour, I had emptied my bladder twice already. You'd think then, since I was already on urine overdrive, that I wouldn't bother drinking the suggested 2 glasses of water, but no, I drank it! Half an hour over my scheduled procedure time I had to go and relive 'half' my bladder. One hour after my scheduled time I was about to do it again, but I was finally called in. I was incredibly uncomfortable and terribly worried that something awful would happen and I would have to change clinics, possibly even countries.

I'm surprised my husband doesn't have bruises on his hand I was squeezing it so tightly through the whole thing. We were shown pictures of 2 blastys that were 'doing everything we expect them to do at this stage'. [My clinic doesn't grade eggs or embryos and it can be very hard to interpret the scientific speak to know if they are any good or not (take yesterday's use of the word 'dodgy' for example)]. DH thought they looked like pies. They are watching another 2 to see if they can be frozen, but I doubt they will.

The procedure took ages, or so it seemed in my agitated state, and then we had to do it all again because the embyro's were stuck in the catheter! Being a superstitious infertile, I have taken this to be a good sign, that they are extra sticky little buggers and are looking to implant straight away! Thus, they are now christened "Sticky Date Pudding" and "Toffee Apple Pie".

I have hung up my Tibet.an prayer flags, and am appealing to G_d, Budd_ha, the Dalai_Lama and anyone else who might be listening to please let me keep these little ones.