Guys, the transfer went well. The embryos were beautiful and just about every second, I tell them to stick and grow.
Our RE's office asked us to get to the appointment 15 minutes early. My beyond prompt husband got us there a half hour early. To our surprise, they took us to the back immediately. My bladder was filled with about four bottles of water and READY!
When we got to the room, I thought we'd be in there for a while since we were so early, but No. The ultrasound tech gave my full bladder the thumbs up, the RE came in and started prepping her instruments of torture, while walking me through what I should expect after the transfer.
She told me my mind will play the meanest tricks ever on me, but she said every time it happens, say Stick and Grow. You best believe I have employed that trick about a million times already.
Within minutes, the room was filled with not just me and hubby, but the ultrasound tech, the RE and the embryologist. Holy Crap! I met a real, live embryologist and I didn't even get to pick her brain about finding her way to such an amazing job.
Folks this group was top notch...at least I think so. I've never done this before. But WOW! Hubby and I were stunned with how fast it all happened.
The ultrasound Tech said to imagine the screen as a golf course, of which we're getting an aerial view. She said our goal was to get the embryos into the sand trap so they would stick and grow. YESSSS!
Doc was down there applying torture devices to my lady parts. She explained each step, but I couldn't really focus on that. I was apparently enjoying my 5mg of valium and the view of the ultrasound.
I should add that this was my first ultrasound where there wasn't an invasive wand involved. Buut...other things were pulling at my privates.
Doc threaded in the catheter and all the medical professionals let out big sighs and smiles. As I looked around confused, the ultrasound tech explained that THAT was actually the hardest part for the RE. Well hell, if that was the hardest moment, things were looking good.
From there, the embryologist went back into a room, and got a stick-looking thing that she swears contained my twins. She handed them over to Doc, who promptly put them where they belong---with me.
It was actually quite amazing. The embryos looked like a burst of light as they landed. So cool!
So in seven days, I'll take a pregnancy test. I know they are sticking and growing towards a BFP! I'm talking to them constantly. I can't let the negative in. Stick and Grow.