It wasn't until 2:15, so we had time to go out to lunch with Olivia before we took her to the sitter. I downed my Valium with my required 16 ounces of water at 1:15, and by 1:37 I felt like I was melting into the seat of the car. I kept looking at the trees on the side of the highway and thinking, "The trees are moving by fast but also slow at the same time." That's right about when I told Mark that I was feeling the Valium and also called him a pussy but I have no recollection as to why.
Everything else was very boring for the most part. I did suffer from loud, uncontrollable hilarity when Mark put on his scrubs because the crotch area was totally puffy. It looked like he had a FUPA something fierce.
The most notable part of the day, aside from being stuffed like a turkey with frozen embryos HOLY SCIENCE BATMAN, was the complete and total dejavuness of it all.
My transfer with Olivia was almost exactly two years ago to the day. The weather was the same. The same exact construction was being done on the freeway (thanks for your amazing progress ODOT). All of the exact same people. No new viewers of my Lady Business for the Frozen Embryo Transfer. Same triage nurse, same transfer nurse, same ultrasound tech, same doctor, same embryologist.
Yes, Dr. Olga did my transfer and Martie was there showing me by giant ass bladder and amazingly catching a picture of the exact moment that the embryos left the catheter and plopped into my Ute of Doom. I was going to ask Dr. Olga if she saw Sex and the City 2, but as soon as I sat on the table she was all Let Me Into Your Vagina Plz Kthxbai and so there really wasn't time to chat.
We transferred two blastocysts - they were frozen at day two, cleavage stage and thawed for three days, for all you hard core IVFers. The doctor and nurses assured us that they could not be more beautiful and perfect.
These embryos are from Olivia's cycle, so maybe she'll have a sibling that is sort of her cryo twin or whatever. That should be fun to explain someday, can't wait!
This week has flown by. Mostly because I am a miserable sack of complaints and nobody likes me so Mark locked me in a closet with a poop bucket and a sock taped into my mouth. He only lets me out to give me my Progesterone shots (1.5 inches in the ass, baby! Bring it!), which he throws like darts at my enormous dimpled ass.
My beta is a week from tomorrow. I'm surprisingly relaxed this time around. As a matter of fact, I'm so relaxed that I bet I'll get pregnant from the FET and from the sheer relaxation. My uterus is probably all, "I'm so relaxed I think I'll spontaneously reproduce, no sex necessary."
The possibility of no siblings seems a lot less daunting than the possibility of no kids ever. Perhaps I will eat these words later (I'm putting them in Tupperware right now so that they stay fresh!) but I don't see me being devastated if this fails.
I'll be more pissed that my ass is all sore for nothing. The Progesterone in Oil is SO MUCH WORSE this time you guys. The shot I got Monday night got a bump on the skin with a giant welt underneath and it hurts to have underwear touching the skin. So I've been Porky Pigging it for work.
HA! I kid.
One Year Ago: The Happiest Baby On The Block
Two Years Ago: My Neuroses: Let Me Show You It