On Sunday, Father's Day, we went into the Drs office bright and early. Our appointment was at 8:30am with a transfer at 8:50am. It was kinda eerie going down the Highway and barely seeing any cars. It's like everyone else got an important piece of news that we didn't. But we showed up on time and it turns out we hadn't missed a thing. We were the last on the schedule for the day, so the waiting room had some company in it. A nervous husband waited while his wife was in surgery. It was their egg retrieval, they got 9 and we wished them all the best. Another couple was there waiting for an ultrasound to see when their retrieval would be. Sitting there we noticed that we now speak another language. A language where people know what it means when you say blastocyst, day 5 vs. day 3 transfer, follicles, morphology, stims, 6 cell vs 8 cell and their grades. Crazy.
We finally headed on back and they hooked us both up with surgical garb. I got a gown, booties, and cap - and so did Tim! I thought it was funny that they tell the husbands that its preferred that they keep their clothes on under the gown! :) We headed back into the surgical room and got situated. It was so cool that they had the ultrasound to help guide. I don't know what it is about the "little embabies" but they came into the picture as a little spark of light, a little spark of life. As if they were radioactive. Just gorgeous. I couldn't help but tear up.
And now for our two week wait. Our first beta blood test is scheduled for Friday, July 2nd.