Snug as a bug

Well, I officially have two potential children resting comfortably in my uterus. The picture above is the actual blastocysts that we transferred yesterday. I think they are adorable, if I do say so myself. I think the one on the right is a boy. It just looks extra rambunctious to me.

The transfer went pretty well yesterday and I've been resting non-stop since we got home. We got up early yesterday and stopped for breakfast before heading to the doctor's office. Once they took us back, they had me change into a hospital gown and we both sat down with the doctor to go over our embryos. I was actually pretty disappointed with what we had left. We had two, gorgeous, grade 1 blastocysts and two grade two embryos that weren't quite blastocysts yet. And that's it! The rest of them either died off or showed poor quality. For some reason I thought we'd have like 5 or 6 left. But, oh well. We had already decided ahead of time that we were going to transfer two so we were happy that we had two good ones to transfer. The doctor said the other two embryos may catch up to blastocyst stage by last night and they may be able to freeze them. I'm crossing my fingers for that.

Once we confirmed we wanted to transfer two, I took my Valium and was walked back to the operating room. I climbed up on the table and got my legs up in the stirrups while they prepped the embryos. They used an ultrasound on my belly to help the doctor guide the catheter through my cervix and into my uterus. I was able to watch on the screen but it was hard to really tell what was happening. After the doctor places the embryos, the embryologist checks to make sure that they both made it out of the catheter. I, of course, had a little trouble maker embryo that didn't make it out of the catheter on the first try. There was a little stressful moment because I asked the doctor if that would harm the embryo and she didn't say anything. I freaked out for a bit while they prepared to try again to get the second embryo in. On the second attempt it worked but I was still worried that some damage had been done to my little embaby.

Once both embryos were in my uterus, they wheeled me out to the recovery area and Joe was allowed to come in with me. I was still really worried about what had just happened and Joe was trying to calm me down. I was immediately thinking that it wouldn't work. But the doctor came in and said that after speaking with the embryologist, she feels there was no damage done to the embryo and that it shouldn't affect my chances of conceiving. She also apologized for not reassuring me sooner. That made both Joe and I feel a million times better.

They let me lay in bed for about 15 more minutes before getting me up to get dressed. Joe drove really slowly on the way home (even slower than normal) and I headed straight for bed as soon as we got here. I napped on and off throughout the day and didn't get out of bed until late yesterday afternoon. I've mostly been on the couch reading or watching TV. Joe is very sweetly attending to my every need including bringing my meals to me on the couch or in bed and making sure I don't have to lift a finger. I am extremely terrified to cough or sneeze or roll over too hard or poo. I'm afraid that I'll do something to shake the embryos loose. I know that normal people get pregnant all the time without bed rest or any precaution whatsoever but, as we all know by now, I am not normal. I'm just taking everything as easily as possible.

So now the long wait to find out if this worked is underway. I go in for a blood pregnancy test on April 2nd, which seems like 10 years from now. I have lots of books to read and will try my hardest not to obsess. If you all have any ideas how to distract me, I'm up for anything!