Frosties on board!!!

SNOWBABIES! FROSTIES! SNOWFLAKES!!!

These are our two blastocysts currently residing in the ute. DH is typing this for me right now (Hi everybody!) since I am currently on day two and a half of self-ordered bed rest.

The FET was on 3-11-11 at 11:45 -- suppose to be at 11:45. To make a long story short the time the actual FET took place was 12:35 PM. When the RE finally came in he said that we had two embryos ready to go. I asked if these were the two highest quality blasts that were suppose to be thawed as discussed with the nurses several times before the FET. So, I questioned, since things often go wrong, "Is our 6AA one of the two?" Our smart ass RE quickly replied, "You don't have a 6AA embryo." I said, "Uh, yes we do. The nurses told me about the 6AA several times and I've seen the paper work. They were also suppose to unthaw the highest quality embryos first." He then, in an attempt to prove that he was right, because he never thinks he is wrong, told the embryo techs to give him the papers back and, lo and behold, I was right. As I knew I was because I had seen the papers a bazillion times before.

What happened next is something I question to this very moment. Instead of admitting that they made a mistake it seemed like he was doing nothing other than covering his own ass. He babbled on about something to do with the 6AA not being the best embryo, blah, blah, blah. This of course to me is ironic since he had no knowledge that we even had a 6AA embryo a few seconds ago. Also, ironic that they have a grading system that means nothing.

So, what's inside the ute currently? A 5BB and a 4BB... I think.

I felt like from that point he was more agitated than anything and he felt like having a conversation about the crappy governor and bad excuse for a repair bill that is screwing Wisconsin since my husband and I are both teachers. A 15% pay cut is not exactly the best stress reliever during and FET procedure. Especially when the RE lives in a different state and has no idea what he's talking about... again.

To add to this awesomeness, the two nurses running the ultrasound machines couldn't even find the freaking uterus on the screen. They actually had to switch jobs at one point.

So, the moral of my story, the RE office was clearly not on its "A" game. I was the only FET that day and the last appointment. I was the only one in the back office and I could tell I was not their top priority. This PISSES ME OFF. But, I'm suppose to be calm, right?

So, right now I'm trying to ignore the stupidity of nurses on cell phones and people that can't do their jobs, when I'm doing way more than my part.

So, how do I make myself feel better about this whole situation? I ask for FET success stories on the chat. I look at my clinics success rates, which are clearly good for IVF, but not as hot for FET, and make DH prepare mac and cheese for this afternoon.

In other news, one of my blasts had hatched before FET. Kinda cool, huh? If you see the top picture, part of its goo is spilling out of its shell. Statistics say, this Wednesday, 3-16, would be the last day for implantation to occur. I am really going to try hard to do absolutely nothing until Thursday morning despite the fact that I have to go to work everyday this week. How am I going to do this? I have no clue. I'll let you know how it goes.

House arrest, day 3.

The days since ET have flown by laying in bed. It's the next week until BETA that I am afraid of. I have no idea how I'm going to think of anything but the two blasts in my ute! I have to go back to work tomorrow, catch up, do lesson plans, grade, stress, do two photo shoots and somehow stay low-stress and motionless until next Monday's BETA. (Which I will be thinking of all day THAT day).

So what happened over the last few days?

Saturday:

DH survived the night of being sick and was one hell of a trooper. He drove us down to the RE around 10am. At 11:15am we arrived and were taken back into our little 'curtained room'. My bladder was wayyyy full and ready to go. (You need a full bladder for this procedure so it will actually 'lift' up your uterus at a better angle).

Very soon afterwards, we were taken back and I undressed on the bottom half. I laid back and waited for the RE to arrive. He asked us how many we were putting in. We both said, "TWO!!!"

He put in the "spreader" and cleaned off my cervix (the worst part). Then they turned on the BIG screen. DH and I could see it all (The ultrasound) on a huge TV. He then put the catheter into my uterus. We could actually see it moving on the screen.

He then asked us to identify our embryos on the screen. They switched to the microscope and the was our last name, in huge letters. We didn't even see the two little dots that looked like to tiny water drops staring back at us. They looked like eyeballs!!! They were the cutest thing I've ever seen. DH and I will never forget it. Our blasts! Our babies!!!

They then sucked them up into the tube and we watched them slip them into my cervix through the catheter. Crazy. Two BB blasts into my ute!

RE said, "Looks like twins to me." He said he thinks it looks really good for us.

That was it. It was over. VERY low pain. It was an amazing experience and I got to leave with the photo of our little blasts!

The nurse rolled me back out to my room where I laid still for almost an hour. I talked with DH and listened to music, mostly Michael Jackson :)

At 12:47, I got to pee! I was so worried that I'd lose the blasts during the process--but I know that is silly.

Afterwards, DH and I packed up and left for home--all FOUR of us.

For the rest of the day DH and I laid around the house. DH moved the bed in front of the TV downstairs and we watched TV and talked about how crazy this all is.

The highlights from Sunday are the same except for one. The nurse called from the RE's office and said "Incredibly, ALL of our embryos are blasts and made it to freeze!" That's FOUR snowbabies!!!

To celebrate, we sat on the couch and bed like lazy butts! It was great. My back is hurting for sure, especially since we are still doing progesterone in oil shots nightly.

Today, Monday, DH went back to work. I am trying to ignore school work and take it easy. But now I have these THREE HUGE estrogen patches on my lower abdomen. DH helped me place them before he left for work. I swear they make me feel weird and kinda dizzy. But it's necessary to support the pregnancy--So, bring it.

In the meantime, I will be careful about every step and laying in bed upon arrival at home each day. I really hope to see two bright pink lines at the end of this week. I hope that our beta gives us HUGE numbers.

Nuzzle in little ones, Mom and Dad can't wait to meet you!

'Twas the night before ET. . .

'Twas the night before ET and all through the house, DH was throwing up and puking his guts out.

Yeah, that's right. Could our timing be any worse?

Hopefully he'll feel better by the morning because our ET is set for 11:15am!!!

Last word from one of the nice nurses is that we still have all 6 embryos--but won't really know until tomorrow when we talk to them.

I am most looking forward to having the photographs of the embryos and them knowing that they are IN MY UTE!!! Does that mean I am prego tomorrow at least? Probably not. But I'm going to try and think of it that way. :)

But first one more sleep. I have to take a shower and cleanse myself of all smells and lotions. Then, I'm going to bed. Excited for what will happen in the morning!