Yes, I forgot to post about the appointment on Wednesday morning. It was pretty standard… blood draw, wait, into exam room to wait some more. My stomach was all kinds of upset, as is usual when I have to sit naked in an exam room.

The ultrasound tech had a Resident with her, which isn’t a big deal to me. But she was being more thorough than usual to show her what things look like, etc. She turned on the blood flow view of the ultrasound… I could see a couple of small marks of red. Something in my gut jumped, because that was the view I remember them turning on at Devin’s last ultrasound, when they turned it on to look for blood flow and found only a few spots, instead of a pulsing beacon like there should be. The moment of remembrance was over quickly, and then I very very briefly panicked, wondering what the heck she was looking at, was something wrong? But then I heard her tell the Resident that there was nothing of note, not like she expected anything, but it’s good to check. Always good to rattle me.

My uterus looked… thick. She measured it at a 12 triple layer, and said out loud, “Can’t get any better than that!” So at least we know my uterus is cushy and happily waiting for an embryo. No issues there – not that there ever has been.

The u/s tech chatted briefly with me in the hall before I left. She said I look good, considering that I’m standing there in that hall yet again. I smiled. It happened once, it’ll happen again, I said. She is so nice – she’s the kind of tech who is very gentle, very knowledgeable about her job, and remembers you. Every time I go in she knows not just where I’m at in my current cycle, but she remembers that I’m prone to overstimming and that my problem is egg maturity.

I got the call later that day that my transfer is scheduled for 11am on Tuesday.

I’m still so nervous, though. Only one embryo in storage… and my luck has proven to suck in the biggest way. I’m terrified that it’s not going to survive thaw – I don’t know the survival rate on day 6 frozen embryos. If I can get to transfer with a live, beautiful embryo, then maybe I’ll start breathing again a little bit.