It was time. The most important day had come. Finally. This would be the day that my two strongest embryos would be deposited into my uterus via catheter.
This too, was the day we waited the longest in the operatory. It felt like hours. I was still uncomfortable from the overstimulation and sitting there, waiting and waiting got to me. Logan tried dropping a few jokes to lighten the mood, but I just wasn't into it. Poor guy. I don't think I said more then ten words to him the whole time we waited. Maybe the Valium they gave me was kicking in.
I can't count the number of times I said to myself, "LETS JUST DO THIS DANG IT!" I grew angry. I couldn't sit there another minute.
Finally, it was my turn. The sight of Dr. Foulk ready to go perked me up tremendously. The nurse held the ultrasound image, while Dr. Foulk recieved the catheter that was holding our embroys. We watched the ultrasound screen but could see very little. The room was quiet and I didn't want to say much--I wanted that doctor to concentrate and do his very best work. Once the embryos were deposited, the lab guy took the cathetar back and a minute later said "All clear." Our embryo's were no longer inside the catheter. They were two pindrop sizes on the screen.
Dr Foulk then said with some sterness I might add: "Ok, your princess days start RIGHT NOW. Don't move your legs, I will do that for you." He pushed me up the table from my bum cheeks (that's a strong man!) and kindly told me to lay there for thirty minutes.
I remember my sister Kendra telling me this joke she and her husband shared (during some infertility treatment) so I had to repeat it to Logan. I turned to him and said "Well, it was good for me, was it good for you?"
The next four days I was on bedrest. I was scared to go to the bathroom thinking I may "dislodge" one of our embryos. I did nothing except pray to my Heavenly Father to bless us with this gift.
Talk about pressure.
