I know I'm late with this update!
I got up at 430am on August 13th soo sleepy. I got to the airport for 530 and got in line to get xrayed and everything else. It was SO embarrassing to explain why I had baby bum cream (thanks a lot suppositories! You SUCK!). I got onto the plane, I was half asleep. I know this because it's all pretty foggy still haha.
I got to Montreal, switched planes, still half asleep.
I got to Toronto.
My IF's were waiting at door C. I went to door C. They were NOT there. I texted them. They said they were at door C, and one of them was actually waiting just outside the door. We played this game for twenty minutes, and then finally, I asked for help.
Found the problem.
We were BOTH at door C.
They were at DEPARTURE...I was at ARRIVAL. Leave it to me!
We went right to the clinic. I was so nervous.
We got there, and we were called in almost right away.
I was told to put on two paper gowns, one on the front, and one on the back. Okiedokie.
I got locker number 7. Lucky 7. Surely this is a sign?
Then I was told to go and sit down for acupuncture. First thought : this is going to be relaxing. She started to put little tiny needles into my body, and it wasn't too bad.
I didn't feel this way all the way through, in fact, I could NOT wait for it to be over. It hurt. So much.
It was over, and done with and I was finally going to transfer. Thank goodness.
I laid down. It was a normal chair, reminded me of a dentists' chair, I was told to put my bum almost on the edge, so I did so. There I waited, with my two VERY nervous IF's for 10 hours.
Okay, it wasn't 10 hours.
It just felt like it.
It was probably 15 minutes.
Then the Dr came in, with the embryologist and a nurse. The nurse awkwardly put my legs up in the holders and told me to scoot down some more. Surely I couldn't scoot down any more. I could and did. They gave us a picture of our embryos, they are such beautiful...balls.