No Turning Back Now…
Last Monday, I underwent our very first embryo transfer. What an amazing experience! My lovely doula and very close friend, Erin, accompanied me to the fertility clinic, along with my intended parents, and we had an amazing day. The excitement in the air was so prominent, and each of us held an unmistakable sense of hope as we sat in anticipation, waiting to begin.
The clinic offered us an acupuncture treatment before we began the procedure, to help me relax, and increase the success rates. We gratefully accepted, and had some good laughs as we all sat in this tiny little room, wearing our lucky yellow socks and staring at the needles sticking out of my face. And, let’s face it, laughter is good for everything.
When we got into the procedure room, I was laid flat on an ultrasound table with my legs in stirrups… talk about an awkward moment! But, everyone huddled behind me and held my hand or rubbed my arm, and really, I couldn’t ask for three better people to be there to support me. The nurse explained that one, little, tiny embryo had been thawed that morning, and was already starting to hatch. It waited in an incubator. I am still in complete awe over this.
The doctor inserted a catheter, as we all watched with anticipation, on the ultrasound machine. When he had it in the perfect spot, the embryologist carefully carried in a tiny tube, that contained the embryo. An entire life, contained in one tiny unit. It was amazing. The doctor inserted the tube through the catheter, and we watched the little embryo travel through, and land in my uterus. Again, simply amazing. It looks like a little shooting star, soaring across the screen. As it landed in my uterus, I beamed that little being some love, and welcomed it to it’s new home. My intuition was tingling, and I was feeling very positive. This little bean was going to stick!
I have to say, witnessing this whole process really puts a different perspective on just how amazing conception and pregnancy really are. I mean, “knowing” you’re pregnant is one thing, but watching the entire process, and being completely aware of all of the physical changes happening in my body…it’s unbelievable. And, a little nerve wracking! Knowing I am completely responsible for the well-being of this little life, and knowing that these two wonderful people trust me enough to protect it for 9 months…it is such an honour.
Then, just like that, the procedure was over. The nurse invited us to sit for 30 minutes before we left, and joked that I could pee now (you need a very full bladder for the transfer), or wait the 30 minutes if I was superstitious. I don’t necessarily believe in superstitions and I really had to pee, so I went. But, I’m not going to lie…I definitely looked in the toilet to make sure nothing had fallen out. And let’s be realistic, if I did pee the embryo out, I certainly wasn’t going to see it in the toilet!!! But, it still felt a little strange…and I peed slow, just in case.
The four of us went out to my favourite little café in Oakville for a celebratory lunch. As usual, my intended parents showered me with gifts, and spoiled me rotten. They are the sweetest ever.
Fast forward, and here we are 8 days later. I’ve been feeling pregnant…my boobs feel full, I had some very real cramping the day after transfer (implantation?), and I’ve been quite nauseous. Oh…and this happened.
Yep, two lines.
Now, I will say, the fertility clinic did warn us not to rely on the home tests, and that only a blood test would confirm. So, we’re scheduled for the first one on Monday, and the second one on Wednesday. But let’s face it, we are all SO EXCITED about these beautiful pink lines!!
So now we wait, just a little bit longer. I am exhausted…my bum is black and purple from these darn daily injections, and my jeans are feeling pretty snug from all this hormonal bloating and “fluffiness”. But the promise that is held within these two pink lines make it all worth it.
Stay tuned for the blood test results…I can’t wait!
P.S. Many of you asked me how I decided to become a surrogate, and how I began the process. Quite honestly, it is something I first heard about as a teenager, and was instantly hooked. I stored it in the back of my mind until I knew I was done having my own babies, and then took the leap! After I connected with Sally, the owner of my surrogacy agency, it was a smooth and simple process. She is an open book, and guided me through each and every question and concern I had. If you are thinking about it, please do it. In this agency alone, there are 30 couples waiting on a surrogate. It is absolutely heartbreaking! If you would like more information, or would like to pick my brain about it, please don’t hesitate to get in touch. Amanda@nestinginstinctkw.com