Transfer Day

    Transfer Day went well. Dr. Burwinkle did the transfer today (John privately calls him 'Bullwinkle' and I'm always afraid I will slip up and do that when I see him). He first gave us the rundown on our embryos: two that were great for transfer, with eight or nine possibles to freeze. (We were pretty happy with that number, although having that many potential children does make us a bit nervous. But we have to remind ourselves that it takes a lot for an embryo to get from the blast stage to an actual baby in our arms, and after all of the embryos that we had last time, we were left with nothing.)
  We were left alone in the room for a good half hour, and there is nothing to do in there. So I took pictures. Brace yourself, they are spectacular:

Ultrasound machine, to guide the transfer catheter.

My view from the table, #1

My view from the table, #2

John pretending to knock on the window that connects to the lab.

My looking crazed.

There were other pictures. Many others. Sadly, these were the best. :-)

  I was concerned about how this transfer was going to go, since the last one was so difficult. The surgery that I had to open the cervix did its job, though, and Dr. B was able to transfer the embryos on the second try. (First try, with the flexible catheter, was unable to pass through the Cervix of Concrete, so he had to exchange it for one made of rebar, apparently; it was a little uncomfortable but much, much better than last time.)
  And then they were in, our two perfect little embryos. Thing One and Thing Two. Frick and Frack. Mickey and Minnie. (We haven't thought of a good nickname yet, and it is probably better to wait a little while before we do.) But here they are:

They are the sort of blobby, whitish things toward the middle/bottom. (Awesome way to describe your children, no? ;-) The big black thing in the middle: full bladder that I had to have to do the transfer. Fun times.

 Then we went home so I could spend the rest of the day with my feet up while my wonderful hubby and adorable boy went and did Daddy and Son stuff. 

Oh, one last picture of us: