Transfer Day Re-cap

I'm lounging around today. Yesterday was transfer day. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a very stressful day. I'm glad it's over. It started by us rushing because of a marathon where several streets were blocked off. Now, I don't know about you and your spouse, but when there is a last minute change and it involves giving directions and there is time pressure, at our house we call that a recipe for an argument. So we did, argue that is. I felt like WW was talking down to me as we tried to navigate through the maze of traffic. I was driving, she was directing. I would ask, where do I turn next? She would answer, just keep driving I will tell you when to turn. This made me angry. Why can't I know which way we are going? Why don't you just tell me what you have in mind? These questions were always met with short tempered resistance. Finally, I just lost it. With a full load of hormones on board I got really upset. Then I started to cry. Then I got up set because I was crying because I was sure that the stress response was going to fuck up our chances of getting pregnant. Then I was crying over having all these fucking negatives to begin with. That was Part One.

 

When we got to the parking lot. I took a second to compose myself. I think WW was unable to process what just happened because she wasn't talking at all. I forced myself out of the car. We decided to "start over" since there was no way to recover in the next few minutes. We went in and the place was essentially empty. The up-side of a Sunday transfer. We sat down and I started to relax. We had gotten there right on time. After about 10 minutes I was wondering why they had not called us. I walked up and it struck me. We were an hour early. Some how I had mentally moved up the time by one hour. WW asked what I found out. When I told her, she said she gave me credit for confessing to it. So, we sat and sat. It gave me the time I needed to calm down and gave us the time we needed to reconnect. That was Part Two.

 

The RE had not called since we got the information about the 16 embryos. So I didn't know where we stood. How many were active or even what doctor was going to do the transfer. So when we were finally called into the office, it was who I wanted the least. This doctor owns and started the practice. I had her for the first fresh DE IVF. I called her Dr. BadNews because the donors e2 dropped down to double digits right before retrieval. Which essentially meant all the eggs were arresting. After retrieval they claimed it was a lab error. I don't think so. Anyway, not only do I have a negative association with her because of that, but she was SO rough during transfer. It was so painful. So when I realized it was her, I was less than thrilled.

 

We had already talked and decided that we wanted to transfer 3 blasts. But when we started talking to Dr. BadNews, she said that and increase in number did not mean more chance of getting pregnant. This confused me based on what I had heard before, but that was all it took for WW to back off of the three and go back to wanting two. I was disappointed by that but I did not want to push WW to a place where she would feel that uncomfortable. Plus, the blasts looked great and strong.

 

I took the meds and started to relax. When the tech came in to check my bladder, she said it was 1/2 full. I told her it felt nearly full, but she insisted that I drink more. By the time I got on the table, I was feeling really uncomfortable. Then we waited and waited. Finally WW went out and told the nurse that I was terrible uncomfortable and that I had to relieve the bladder. So they let me get up to use the restroom to let off some of the pressure.

 

Finally, Dr. BadNews came in and then the real pain began. She just doesn't have a technique that works for me. Plus, she's pretty old school which is basically that the patient needs to suck it up to a certain extent. Anyway, I suffered through an unnecessarily painful transfer and was so relived when it was over, but NO, one of the blasts got stuck in the catheter, so we had to do it again. By the end my bladder was overly full again and my legs were shaking. I was so happy to get the hell out of there.

 

I came home to rest, but that failed miserably as well. Our neighbors to the back had left for the day, leaving their dog alone in the backyard. Every time I tried to sleep he let loose barking. I got so agitated. Finally I realized how futile it was to try and rest/sleep. That was the end of my day.

 

This morning I got up and felt pretty good. They called to tell me that there are freezing 6 blasts. Four are high quality the others slightly less. The others are under observation but will likely not make it to the freeze. We will see.

 

That is my big transfer adventure. Now it's time to close my eyes and relax for a while. The 2 WW has officially begun!