I had a crappy sleep this morning – I got up at 7:30 to change my estrogen patches and put in my progesterone suppository, then I tried to go back to sleep. First there was something in my eye driving me crazy. I mashed that eye into my pillow so it wouldn’t bug me, fell asleep… then was having a very *ahem* interesting dream… but because Den was up showering the dogs were whiny/barking and they kept interrupting my *ahem* dream. I woke up feeling very irritated, until I realized what day it was.

And I have to say, the first thing I did this morning was check my phone for messages. I really really did NOT think we’d get to transfer. I had this horrible fear of Murphy kicking the bucket beforehand. But there was no message, so Den and I got dressed, took the dogs out, put them in their crates, and off we went to the hospital.

They set me up in the bed right next door to the one I was in for the retrieval… they are rather comfy, you know. I had to take everything off (except my socks – I refuse to take off my socks during any ob/gyn or RE proceedure! Too cold!), got dressed in those funny smock things, put my hair in a net. I signed some paperwork allowing them to do the proceedure. They covered me in a blanket – I love them. :)

Den also had to get dressed in some scrubs over his clothes, in order to go into the operating room with me. While we waited he was acting like a dork, saying things in a smarmy voice like, “Hi, I’m your doctor for the day,” and waggling his eyebrows. He was a wee bit hyper.

Then the doctor came in. It wasn’t my doctor, it was a different one from the practice (they rotate what days they’re on duty in the IVF unit). She said she had a surprize for me… and she held up two fingers. “Two?” I said. “TWO? We have TWO?!” She nodded and said one had fertlized late. I couldn’t believe it… I just couldn’t believe it! She said the embryologist would give me all the details in the operating room, but that she just really wanted to tell me… and she said it was worthy it, that my entire face just lit up. Den didn’t quite get it, didn’t quite sink in, even though I grabbed his hand and gave him a huge, teary smile.

They wheeled me in my bed down the hall and through the two big doors into the operating room. While the doctor was getting all scrubbed/suited up the embryologist came in and introduced herself, then handed us a card with our info. I states quite clearly that TWO embryos fertilized – one an 8-cell, the other a 5-cell.

They put my legs up, scooted my but down, put a speculum in. The nurse sat to my left, brought over the ultrasound machine, and squirted some warm gel on my stomach, then used the abdominal ultrasound probe to get a quick look at my insides. The doctor threaded a catheter through my cervix, then just left it there as the embryologist went to clean and get our embryos in another catheter. When she came back with that the doctor threaded that tiny catheter through the larger one that was already in, and fed it gently up into my uterus. I could see it moving up on the ultrasound screen. Then the nurse said, “There,” and it was done! There was a tiny little spot on the ultrasound machine that showed where they’d put them – she said they couldn’t actually see the embryos themselves, but that they could see the little puff of air(?) or fluid or whatever it was when they pushed them out. I stayed there for a few more minutes while the embryologist went to check that the catheter was emtpy, no embryos sticking around. Then they took everything out, put me down, wrapped me in a new warm towel, and wheeled me back into my little “room”.

Soon as they left I started crying. I was (am) just so thankful…. TWO little embryos! In me! Den at that time looked at me and whispered, “Did they put two in??” I think he was still in shock! I stayed laying down there for 20 minutes then they said I could get dressed and go.

So now we’re home, I’m propped up in bed with my laptop where I’m planning to stay the rest of the day. Den’s dreaming of twins, and I’m just hoping for one to stick around! Having two in there…. makes me feel SO much more optimistic about this. One has GOT to stick. Please, please stick.

(We have been going over names for embryo #2. Lots were tossed out. I suggested “Turtle,” since it was slow going, and Den thinks Michaelangelo – of the Teenager Mutant Ninja Turtles – is appropriate…. or Tortoise, rather than Turtle. Because he said it’s more appropriate – the Tortoise and the Hare!)