Transfer Day

The day started off with me being in the shower and receiving an unexpected call from the doctor just 30 mins before we would be heading out the door for the procedure. Baby Daddy takes the call and I think he is joking when he comes in the bathroom to tell me it is the doctor we were secretly hoping would be the one to perform the procedure. (Background - same doc who gave the "Introduction to IVF" seminar that we attended months ago and who recognized us in the recovery room on the day of Baby Daddy's surgery. For some reason, we feel a kinship with him and saw it as a sign from God that he would be performing the transfer). Once I realized that Baby Daddy was not joking, I started to panic...why is the doctor calling? Is something wrong with the embryos? I immediately get out of the shower and get on the phone. Doc says best chance of getting pregnant is transferring 2 embryos, which we had previously been hesitant about due to the likelihood of that resulting in multiples. He was calling because if we only wanted to transfer 1, he said we should wait until Day 5. What he didn't know is that we had already discussed and decided we'd rather have 2 than 0. So, the transfer remains as scheduled.... On the way to the clinic, we run into unexpected traffic due to offramp we needed being closed. We were already running late due to the phone call from the doc. As each minute ticks by, I start panicing, but Baby Daddy remains calm and takes a detour through a construction zone and ends up getting us there just 10 mins late. Transfers require that you have a full bladder so there are very strict rules about how much to drink and when, when to empty the bladder, etc. I followed all the rules, but as soon as they put the ultrasound on me, they said my bladder was too full. So, I let out nearly 2 cups. We then met with the embryolist to very brielfy to go over the current status of all 5 embryos. They have selected the best 2 for transfer and will let the rest culture until Day 6 when they will determine if any of those remaining 3 are viable for freezing. Next step was for the doc to get the cathater through my cervix to deliver the embryos to my uterus. Unfortunately, I have a small cervix and after several attempts, it won't go in. He tries another type of cathater. That won't work either. I was asked to empty my bladder some more to change the angle of my uterus. That doesn't help either. He gets a 3rd type of cathater. Still no sucess and I start to panic. The doctor stands up and I start to cry because I think he is going to tell me that it just won't work. He says it is best not to force anything and we will just keep trying by emptying the bladder a little more each time. So, back to the bathroom again and this time I decide to literally get down on my knees in the bathroom and say a prayer to ask God for help. When I get back in the room, I asked Baby Daddy to say a prayer too. This time the cathater goes right in. Thank you, God. We wait 15 minutes while I lay on the bed and then we are free to go. Directions are to stay off my feet as much as possible for the next 48 hours. Wow, we made it. I now have 2 baby embryos inside me. How weird is that?