Because we have been through this before, I knew I had to allow enough time in the morning to accommodate the EXCESSIVE traffic that I remember hitting last time. I gave myself a pretty good cushion of an extra hour. As I made my way for the 3-hour trip, I was making good time. And then...BAM! Traffic like you wouldn't believe. I had 18 miles to my destination. I texted K to let her know and we both were like, "yeah, no problem. We've got this". I had an hour to go 18 miles. We're good. And then, I see this:
K and I were pleasantly surprised by how incredibly understanding and sweet the clinic was. The receptionist was a doll who said, "you're here, you're safe; that's all that matters". She even whispered 'good luck' to us as we walked away. Lovely lady.
As we waited to be called back, we chatted about our families and, of course, gushed about Charlie and how awesome he is. Clearly! She listened to me complain about how badly I needed to pee. I prepped my bladder like a champ. When we were called back to prep, we were brought to the same station that we had last time; our nurse was even the same and K thinks she remembered us because she had said something while I was in the bathroom to undress. I walked out of said bathroom adorned in these (and a robe):
|Oh, but of course! Couldn't forget these! K had hers, too!|
We were escorted to the room where the transfer was to take place and my excitement skyrocketed. I got myself situated on the table and let go of all of my modesty. Not too long later (well, it felt like forever having an old man was staring at my goodies), the 3 embies were transferred into my fluffy uterus where they will be urged to implant and grow. Okay, okay. Maybe I don't wish for ALL of them to implant and grow, but you know what I mean! (wink, wink)
After saying our goodbyes, K rushed to make her flight given the horrendous traffic. I rushed back home (but, not without obeying all traffic laws because I was carrying precious cargo...) so I could get a nap in before picking up the kids -- a 3:45am wake-up makes for a long day! As I was resting after our festivities that morning, my doorbell rang.
|How thoughtful! A delivery from Charlie, K&J!|
|Just picked these bad boys up at lunch today... o_O|