The transfer went really well Thursday. Our RE was very pleased with himself and high fived the hubs on his way out of the lab. We watched on the overhead "megatron" screen as three thawed embabies made their way home. I almost didn't recognize them... they'd been hatching since we last saw each other. LOL.
We stayed in recovery for an hour to let me Valium wear off a bit. Funny how it never takes effect until AFTER the procedure, huh? I was a loopy, giggly nerd for a few hours after that. I'm sure the hubs and staff were pretty amused. Once I was released with instructions to stay off my feet until Sunday, we headed over to the acupuncturist (we saw a different one this time) and had a session to help with implantation and circulation to the uterus. I don't know how well it worked, but the acupuncturist and our RE both said they'd had good success doing post-transfer sessions. I figured, "Why not?"
By the time we made it home, I was pooped. The hubs grabbed me some lunch and we settled in for an afternoon of naps and snacks. It felt good to be hole together on a weekday, just lazing around. And then...I had a realization. I hadn't cooked or cleaned before transfer day, so we had no dinner waiting, nothing in the crock pot or roasting pan, no Shabbat meal prepped for the next day....nada. *gasp* What's a girl to do?
I have THE best friends, and they were so kind. I got texts of entertaining messages, take out brought over when the hubs had to work the next day, and my law partner even brought some work files by when she knew I'd hit the "bored and obsessive" stage of the game. The work helped, the food was delicious, and it gave me a few hours of clear headed thinking before I returned to counting the days until I could POAS. What? You KNOW I'm going to, no matter what I say. We may as well acknowledge it and move on. LOL.
The hubs and I exchanged Valentines last night and shared some chocolate covered berries while we played couch commando. I was glad of the company and to see his little beady eyes light up at his gift (I made a basket of all his favorites - caramel apples, a special coffee mug shaped like a handgun, candies, and a little satin & lace...you know, for good measure). He picked out a gorgeous Pandora crown charm for my bracelet and said "Every queen needs a crown, yes?" All in all, it's been a good few days, though riddled with periods of boredom, obsession, and missing home cooked meals, but I'm in the homestretch on this bedrest sentence, so I've gotta make it count, right?
Soooo many symptoms so early confuse me a bit. It could be my mind playing tricks on my body, or it could be my body responding to THREE embryos trying to burrow their little blasty bodies into my uterine wall. It could even be a response to all this estrogen and progesterone. Who knows. But right now, my boobs are so sore I'm considering their swift removal, my pelvis feels super full, I'm peeing quite literally seven times a night, and I'm ravenously hungry. Now, I'll admit that I'm a piglet on hormones and just chalk the hunger up to the estrogen shots. And the sore boobs COULD just be a result of the drugs too. But why do I pee so often, man? I mean...come ON. And why does my uterus feel like its stretching...already? I'm one of those people who's always been hyper aware of my body because there's always something going on with it. But is this awareness or illusion? At 2dp5dt of three embryos (rather than the usual two), I'm betting on a combination of both.
I'll admit, trying to stay focused on other things has really helped. If you're stuck in bed, obsessing about your upcoming beta, remember: taking your mind off of it goes a loooooong way. Knit. Take up a new show. Hell... Do your taxes! Anything it baby related will pull you through. Things to avoid: going off your meds schedule just because you can sleep in, checking out what your friends are up to on social media (you'll just be tempted), eating like a refugee, and talking about your upcoming pregnancy. All of these will help you find yourself in trouble. Just...relax. It'll be over in a minute.