Having a Blast.January 24, 2011 at 4:31 pm | Posted in IVF #4: I'm STILL doing this? | 15 Comments
(Can’t take credit for that – my witty title courtesy of my friend D, who told me just before I left for the transfer to “have a blast!”)
I felt TONS better by Friday evening, and by Saturday night I felt nearly normal. My abdomen is still a little tender, but I was able to resume my normal activities (i.e. chasing after a toddler).
I also lost 4lbs between Thursday and Saturday, so that really helped.
So really, I am a wimp, and I had a mild case of OHSS. Which resolved very quickly.
And we had our transfer today.
It’s kind of sad.
We are so far past the days where a transfer means nervous excitement, where we looked at the picture of the embryo -OUR baby beginning – and dreamed of what sort of baby we’d have.
Now? We toss the picture in my purse, along with the “How Not To Go Crazy During Your 2WW” handout they give us and the post-transfer instructions.
We know that we’ll go into the transfer about an hour late.
And so – I know EXACTLY how much to drink in order to ensure that I’m not too uncomfortable by the time we actually get to walk back to the transfer room.
We know the nurses by sight, and the receptionist knows me by name.
And today, when a couple came out of the transfer room arm in arm, smiling with hope?
I rolled my eyes…
… while J muttered “newbies.”
This, my friends, is how we know we’re done with ART. And our clinic.
Today’s blast was graded a 3BB. Which is lower quality than our frosties – November’s blast was graded 4AA.
Doesn’t mean it CAN’T work.
But I’m not going to hold my breath.
But J said it best when we came out of the clinic today. He said, sort of bitterly:
I hope we NEVER have to come back here EVER AGAIN.
Me too, babe. Me too.