Well today started off almost like any other except I didn’t wake up to an alarm because my hubby let me sleep in. I tend to have slow bowels, if you know what I mean, so I tried to trick myself I to a bowel movement with a homemade decaf iced latte first thing. While I waited, I took my meds, hubby administered the morning PIO shot, and I ate some hot oatmeal and cold pineapple while sitting on my heating pad waiting for the PIO to disperse. Then it worked! Whew!
In lieu of acupuncture (which hasn’t been relaxing for me at all lately which is why I decided to forgo this cycle), I did some femoral artery massage and yoga this morning. I didn’t want the stress of acupuncture sessions before and after since stress would likely offset the relaxation I would have gotten from acupuncture, but a little yoga did the trick. I even put a drop of geranium oil on a cotton pad so I could sniff it when I started feeling nervous today to help me relax (my acupuncturist gave it to me – sometimes I put a drop in a cotton pad and slip it in my pillowcase at night).
I pulled out all the stops today. Since we’ve been through so many cycles I’ve read so much over the months about what you can do to improve your success (or is it luck). I’ve been drinking pomegranate juice for lining, eating pineapple for implantation, eating walnuts for lining. I even read that you should eat french fries after your transfer for good luck. What the hell, right? I like all of those things so why not throw ’em in the mix for good luck? Hey, I’ll try anything at this point including wearing the color green. I wore a green dress over some leggings with a denim jacket with green earrings to match and on the way there hubby pointed out that he was also wearing green (underwear)! How cute is that?! He just pointed to them and said “Green is for go time.”. Haha. I love that man!
Now let me explain the title of this post. (TMI alert!) Something about going to the laboratory makes me nervous. Maybe it’s the fact that of all the times we’ve gone (today was our 9th visit), it’s never turned out well for us. Or maybe it’s because there will be a bunch of people looking up my hoohaa while continuing a dialogue with me as if it’s Sunday night at the dinner table. Anyway, whatever it is, it always makes me poop. Like always. And if you’ve ever gone for an embryo transfer, you can probably imagine that pooping while trying to maintain a full bladder is no small feat! So my husband and I are sitting in the lobby and all of the sudden I have to go (for the second time today, mind you). I head to the bathroom to do my thing and when I come back my husband is being harassed by the nurse! Hahaha. He was trying to tell her that it was okay, I was only pooping and I knew better than to empty my bladder but he couldn’t say that out loud because there were other people in the lobby and he didn’t want to embarrass me or himself any more than was necessary. I promptly reassured her that I was fine and my bladder was certainly nice and full. So we waited some more and eventually I had to poop again! What?! Three times?! I’m lucky if I go once a day! Woohoo! Today is already proving to be my lucky day! I once again had to reassure her that my bladder was nice and full! Geesh, reporting on what happens in the bathroom is embarrassing. Although not to you I suppose, just to the nurse in the lobby filled with waiting husbands.
More on the transfer soon, complete with pics! Until then, I am PUPO (or in the spirit of positive thinking maybe I’ll drop the “UPO” part and just stick with the “P”!), so please blog friends, please send me all of your positive vibes, thoughts, prayers, juju, baby dust, and whatever else you might have. I am going to need it. This time it *has* to work! It’s GO time, people!
(First blog post from the new iPad so excuse any typos while I get used to this thing!)