Mothering My Miracle Multiples

We transferred 3 lovely embryos (aptly names Larry. Curley & Moe) on Saturday. 2 of them were 5 celled and one was a 7 celled. Everything was very uneventful except for the part where I swore I was going to fall off the table as they inverted me for my 30 minute wait. It was kind of funny.

We headed over to the NJ office of Super RE a little early. Hubby was glad to be able to sleep in. I got up, puttered, showered, primped and went down stairs. We ended up watching a biography on Ozzy Osbourne of all people and were laughing because neither of us could understand a stinkin’ word he was saying.

We got in the car and went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. While waiting to be seated, I get a call from RE’s office. Can we come in an hour early? Well, we live 90 minutes away and we are waiting to be seated for breakfast. We got there 30 minutes before our scheduled time. They took us right back, gave me my Valium (sure, that will be effective in 10 minutes…..NOT) and prepped me. Hubby looked so cute in his tyvek and mask. The whole thing was over before I knew it.

On the way out of the office, I ran in to “M” and her hubby. “M” and I are on the same cycle and have been through my of the same experiences and getting to see her made my day. If it happens for both of us, out kids will be EXACTLY the same age and she had her retrieval right before me on Wednesday.

Thinking sticky thoughts 2dp3dt. (two days past 3 day transfer). Another thought which I am not happy about snuck into my head….

I woke this morning and realized that I am going to have to let go of the huge amount of
Anger that I have been harboring over that whole ordeal with the previous Doctor’s office.

They would bring me in to do the HCG trigger shot and then 24 hours later, send in a 20something year old nurse in to do the IUI. They never once checked via ultrasound to see if I had actually ovulated. When I questioned them, they said that “there was no way to really tell” if I had ovulated, which I know now is BS. I am so hopeful that this is not going to be that kind of experience

I would love to walk in with a big fat belly and just slap them ( Especially Dr. UsedCarSalesMan). I feel like they were holding us prisoner emotionally every month. They were pushing us towards their IVF program ($20K) and that was out of our price range. They almost had me convinced that there was something wring with me, but every single lab test and diagnostic procedure was normal. Thank God we found SuperRE’s office and Dr. A is just the best.

Hubby reminds me that there is a difference in quality between Wal-Mart and Macy’s. (Isn’t that sweet, he put it into shopping terms for me…something I can relate to…..awwwww, I love my hubby)

I am finally up out of bed for the first time since Saturday and my back and ta-ta’s are killing me. I am guessing the ta-ta’s are related to the progesterone, the back is related to the mattress.

I must go put the doggies out and make myself some decaf (argggggggghhhhhh) coffee.