Stick babies, stick

The transfer went really well. I've been back in my hotel room for several hours now relaxing, watching movies, reading blogs and discovering the pure joy of a bagle with lox, cream cheese and capers.

But I digress. The point is that the transfer went well. They transfered two embryos that they told me were "excellent". I got a picture of them to give my IFs since they couldn't be there. As I was leaving the Drs office J called to see how it all went and if there was anything I needed. I told him just to think good thoughts and keep his fingers crossed that at least one of these little buggers decides to stick around.

Funny story about the transfer. I laid down on the table and assumed the position. The doctor sits down in front of me and says "What in the heck is going on in there?"

"Oh my god" I though. "This man has seen countless lady parts in his career and yet there's something about mine that shocks him?!?" I looked at the nurse. The nurse looked at me. She looked down at my lady bits. I look down at my lady bits. The doctor looks up and my and the nurse staring at my private parts and laughs. He explains that he was actually asking the nurse why it was taking so long to bring the embyos in. Needless to say, I was relieved that I didn't have something like a tiny circus in my girly place.

The transfer itself took less than 2 minutes and felt a lot like a pap smear. Not exactly painless but it was over quickly. In fact, the worst part about the whole thing was having to lay at an angle (feet in the air, head down low) for an hour after the transfer. On the plus side though, there was a mirror in the room and I couldn't help but notice that laying at that angle made my boobs look fantastic. (Note to self - Figure out a way to get into that position more often.)