Please welcome the newest addition to the family:
Transfer went well. A 2:30pm transfer kind of leaves you the day to feel slightly on edge but I have to say this time around Noah and I were kind of...chill, dare I admit. The whole process was fairly easy and I love that the embryologist came into the room to chat about her process, and that we were able to watch the pulsing little embryo in the dish get sucked into the catheter. This one looks different than Momo did at that stage. Momo was literally bursting out of her shell. And that's who she is. She wakes up before 6am every morning like a Pop Tart looking for adventure, and often her dad. And her breakfast aka cereal bots. She's really strong, and had to be to survive the pregnancy we had, and she's just... zooming to go. Always. This little guy or gal seems a bit more contained. There was a buzz of energy around the embryo as it got sucked up, but it was...chill. Please. Yes. A chill child who sleeps through the night. I'm reading into all this way too much I know. But it's kind of fun to do. My dad says since this one has been in the freezer for like, 8 years now, he/she will have TWICE the energy of Momo. I'm going to disagree. Also, I'm no spring chicken by the time this kid is born, and I'll have a 3 1/2 year old in tow. Chill is good.
I've been hanging out in a hotel by myself and I keep thinking that "I don't feel anything," which makes me laugh at myself. Even though this isn't my first rodeo I go back to the obsessive thoughts about sensations and superstitions. I didn't meditate or wear lucky socks. I didn't carry special rocks in my pocket during transfer and I didn't do hypnosis the week before. I did eat my pineapple core and watch a lot of Shark Tank, and here I am. About to walk back over to the clinic (yes, walk, they are much more lax about bed rest) for my progesterone shot, which.... for anyone who has done these, no thanks. And then I'll head back to the Island where Noah's family is and lay around and eat, because that's what makes embryos happy, right?
Just before I went to bed at 9pm, Noah texted me to rest up because "our new bigger life adventure begins tomorrow." I really hope he's right. Beta is on the 12th. Until then...