Transfer #3: The Final Embryo

Two days ago, on Monday 14 September, I headed down to London accompanied by one of my closest friends for our embryo transfer.  Our final little frostie.  Potentially our last chance.  Obviously, as expected, it was not quite straightforward but our little one is snuggled up back where it belongs and that is what is important. 

I was pretty ill over the weekend with an upset stomach and spent most of Saturday night clutching a bowl feeling sick, having diarrhoea and feeling faint to the point that I just lay on the bathroom floor from about 2:30-6 AM and got no sleep.  I took it easy on Sunday but still didn't feel 100% by Monday and I'd lost 1.5 kg in the previous four days.

We were due to get the 07:56 train from Derby and (due to her husband getting up late) we had to run to the platform and made it onto the train with 26 seconds to spare.  Great start to the day but, as we made it, we had a good laugh about it and settled into the journey.  I was quite anxious, nausea and just generally felt a bit crappy on the way down there but felt much better once we got off the train into the fresh air.  We got an Uber straight to the hospital and then had a bit of time to kill so we walked to Tesco, grabbed some food and then sat on a bench and chilled.  I started drinking about 10:30 (my appointment was 11:30 and needed a full bladder).  

I had a 500 ml bottle of Lucozade with my food and then at 11:00 I went up to the ACU.  I made the mistake of walking the 11 flights of stairs and almost killed myself.  I then drank another 2 litres of water whilst I was waiting and was taken in for my appointment around 12:00.  About this point I realised that I may have been dehydrated from the weekend and the liquid was just being used rather than going to my bladder, I saw my veins fill up as I was sitting there.  I told the woman who took me through that I was unsure if my bladder was full as I'd had over 2.5 litres and I didn't even feel like I needed to pee.  I signed the forms, assumed the position (with serious hip cramp) and inevitably my bladder was basically empty so they shipped me off to a recovery room with just a table and chairs to drink another 1.5 litres at least.  

I downed another 2 litres in the space of about 15 minutes and then felt very queasy.  I tried to keep drinking and as the woman came back to get me I told her I felt sick.  She just about got a bowl to me in time and I threw up three times, insane amounts of liquid, well over a litre altogether.  However, once I'd sorted myself out, they decided my bladder was indeed full enough and the transfer took place.  That in itself was a bit of a nightmare.  The woman doing the ultrasound couldn't get it in the right place and the doctor had to keep taking it off her.  Honestly I was starting to worry she was going to blow the whole procedure but the doctor was amazing and little embryo #3 ended up in perfect position apparently!

I met back up with my friend and we got an Uber straight back to the station, grabbed some McDonald's chips (IVF tradition) and then headed back to the train.  We chatted on the way home and I was definitely far more relaxed (aside from needing a wee most of the way back).  We shall just have to wait and see what happens now.  I'm actually not posting this until 5dp5dt so I'll do a separate post about how I'm feeling now!