March 24, 2015 marked the day of our egg transfer. I was still bloated, though not nearly as bad and I felt better than I had since the egg retrieval, though I was still walking slowly and wearing loose fitting pants.
We arrived at the clinic an hour prior to the appointment as instructed. I immediately started drinking water because my Doctor needed my bladder to be somewhat full due to the weird angle of my cervix. He hoped that if I had a full bladder it would push against my cervix and straighten it out to make transferring the embryo easier.
About an hour prior to the procedure, they instructed me to take the prescribed Valium and then had me change into the hospital gown, booties and shower cap. R was instructed to put a gown over his clothes and to wear a shower cap as he’d be there with me for the procedure.
After my bladder was comfortably full and my vitals were recorded, my doctor and the embryologist came in to discuss the quality of our embryos, how the remaining embryos were progressing and the number we should put back. She also provided us with a picture of the embryo that they would be transferring which by all counts, according to the experts was a beautiful blast.
Originally we were dead set on putting back 2 embryos but the look of concern on our doctor’s face made us change our mind. Both he and the embryologist expressed concern about further overstimulating my ovaries if we put back two, given that I was still recovering from the egg retrieval and still had some serious bloating. The bloating had gone down but I still looked like I was pregnant. R and I agreed to just do the one and the doctor and embryologist left to prepare. Meanwhile, the nurse came in and directed us to the room were the transfer would take place.
At this point, I was a pro and was able to hop up onto the operating table and put my legs in the stirrups without issue. The egg transfer itself wasn’t too bad. The most difficult part of it, was having the doctor’s assistant pressing very hard on my stomach with the ultrasound tool. Not only was it uncomfortable because I was still bloated but I also had a semi-full to full bladder so every time she pressed down, I was forced to clench to ensure I didn’t accidentally pee on my doctor.
Admittedly, the transfer was more difficult than anticipated due to my cervix angle but my RE was able to place the embryo and then sent us home with instructions to stay home and not do anything too strenuous. Overall, the transfer was a piece of cake, especially in comparison to the egg retrieval. Still, we don’t want to repeat it because repeating means we weren’t successful but I guess time will tell.