After our retrieval, we were instructed to start PIO (Progesterone In Oil) injections. These are injected with a needle that is an inch and a half deep right into your hip/butt muscle. We have done about 5 nights of these injections. The first night we did it, I laid across my husbands lap with my rear end hanging clear out showing where the nurse had graciously put a giant X in permanent marker on each side where the injections were to go. AJ kept getting ready to give me the shot and I just kept squealing and wiggling around. By the end of it, we both were in tears from laughing so hard. Finally, I calmed down and let it happen. It seriously was not bad at all. I felt the needle go in and then nothing. Since I am also on blood thinners, sometimes I bleed a little after but I also have some gnarly bruises on my hiney from these shots. That’s about the extent of my complaints from PIO. So all in all, really not scary.
Yesterday, Monday, was our transfer. We spent our weekend working in the yard, spending time with family, and just enjoying each others company. I also did lots of house work to keep myself from thinking about Monday too much. I didn’t want to obsess over it because I knew it would eventually come and whatever would be was what God had planned. This weekend was the first time since starting this journey that I felt like myself again. My body felt healed and I felt at peace with where we were at in our journey. I felt like I was physically and mentally ready for whatever our future held.
We were quite antsy yesterday morning and ended up showing up to the clinic a half an hour early. We were called back almost right away. We both had to change into some hospital get-up before we could go back into the room where retreivals/transfers take place. Our doctor came in and greeted us and away we went. We learned that only 3 of the 9 fertilized embryos made it to Day 5 Blasts. There was one more that they were letting grow until today to see if it caught up and unfortunately, it did not make it. Our doctor told us that having 3 make it this far is above average and that all of our embryos were a very high grade. He was very pleased with how our cycle had gone thus far and honestly, we both are too.
For the transfer you have to have a full bladder. So while you have the doctor putting your embryos into your uterus, you also have a nurse pushing on your tummy to show the ultrasound of what is going on inside. It is super uncomfortable but amazing at the same time. They put the embryos on this little thing that almost reminded me of the tool a dentist uses to suck the water out of your mouth during a cleaning (OK, that might be a weird comparison since they couldn’t be going in more different of areas but that’s all I got. Ha!).
We decided to transfer two of our three embryos. As far as I know, I have never been pregnant and I personally felt that if we put two in, we would have a better chance of having at least one baby. If they both take, then we will be over the moon. If only one takes, we will still be over the moon. So, right now I am carrying two of our perfect, beautiful little embryos. I never understood why people called their embryos “perfect” or “beautiful” because literally they are a ball of cells. But, then I saw a picture of ours and all of a sudden, it clicked. They are so perfect and so beautiful and they are our babies.
My husband would want me to be sure to share with you all that I cried the whole time during the transfer. It was amazing. One of the most beautiful and amazing things I have ever witnessed. I walked in the room a wife, a friend, a co-worker, a daughter, a sister and when I walked out I was a mama. What a crazy moment. I don’t even have the words to tell you what a special, intimate moment our transfer was and how perfect it all went.
The nurse and the doctor kept telling us over and over again how great everything went and how they are in a great place and it went super well. I really hope this isn’t something they say to just anyone, because I completely took it to heart.
In the IVF world after transfer you are considered PUPO (Pregnant Until Proven Otherwise). I used to LOVE this acronym and I couldn’t wait to use it on myself until we transferred. Now, it almost seems like bad juju to go around saying we are PUPO. So, we will settle with saying we have two embabies on board.
My world has changed just since yesterday. It is such a weird feeling knowing that these two little embabies are inside me trying to decide whether they want to make themselves at home or not. I have been talking to them and letting them know that it’s perfectly OK to snuggle right in because we are so ready for them and AJ has been rubbing my belly.
We go back to the doctor in a couple weeks for a blood test to see whether our transfer was successful for us or not. We are asking that our friends and family respect our space during this time. Being open with all of you during this time has been wonderful and we have found so much support from each and every one of you but with being open comes the fact that you all know our story. We plan to tell our families either way towards the end of May. For the rest of you, we plan to share our story, good or bad, with you towards the middle/end of June. We want to have some time to process the results either way together before we let others in. We hope that you all understand this and we want to let you know how grateful we are for all of the love, prayers and support. We still need your happy thoughts, prayers, and all of the baby dust you can give during our two week wait for results.