OK, so there is a reason I'm not a "blogger"...well, I suppose I am officially a blogger...I'm just TERRIBLE at it! Big things have happened the last couple weeks and I just haven't had the time to sit down. Alright, I'm gonna back up a bit......
Saturday, Dec. 12th
BIG day! I woke up this morning knowing that my BFF was gonna come pick Kurt and I up at 6:30. All 4 of us, Kurt & me, Jeff & Denise were heading to Perkins to grab some breakfast before heading downtown so I could "get knocked up". Breakfast was perfectly fine but as the chit chat happened around the table I couldn't help but keep thinking to myself..."do we all realize what we are about to do"?!?!?! I couldn't even focus on the conversation, not one little bit. If anything, I started to feel annoyed by it, they were interrupting me and thoughts that seemed to be on "auto replay"...the same old thoughts over, and over and over!!! Well, breakfast was soon done and it was precisely the time we wanted to be leaving the restaurant (9am) to be at the clinic on time. Everything up until this point has been "text book", no curve balls, no unexpected anythings & now, even breakfast ends at exactly the time we had planned...hmmm. Jeff drives us downtown and we arrive right on time, 9:45 & check-in. It was a fairly quiet morning in the clinic, only a couple other people in the waiting area. And then the 4 of us. Do people wonder what our story is? After only a few short moments out walks the nurse..."Jill". Yikes, that's me. I ask who can "come back" with me...I'm not even sure where were going or what is going to happen when we get there. She says just as sweet as can be "oh, anyone you want can come back". Great~c'mon guys! She takes us to a room where the doctor meets with us. He has in his hand a picture...of the 2 precious little embryos that he thinks, in his 'oh so wise', professional opinion, look to be the most promising. A picture for the baby book, he says. sweet. He confirms that they/we want to transfer 2...yeppers, 2 it is. Lets do it! Alright guys, Jeff and Kurt, head back out to the waiting room to wait for the news that its done. Only one person can accompany me back to the "transfer room" & Denise is that person. I change into my gown and robe and they quickly escort me down the hall and into the transfer room. Denise took pictures and I'm glad she did, I cant remember much of what the room was like. Before I lay on the table and stick my feet in the stir-ups Denise gives me a big hug & an 'I love you'. I remember thinking, 'the next time you hug me, your baby will be growing inside of me'. Weird. Who does this?! So, they get me quickly situated, draped with a sheet and then the doctor moves in. He was in the room with us for only about 5min. It felt very much like a papsmear, not even that bad actually. This is what I do recall (remember, I was on Valium), looking up at the monitor that was right next to me...looking at my uterus that was perfectly prepped for this procedure. When I looked up at the doc, I saw, behind him, a window with blinds. The blinds were lifted and through the window was a very sterile looking lab with microscopes and metal boxes. The window slid open a bit and someone from inside the lab handed Dr. Campbell, through the window, I think a long tube. Denise will have to describe that because I had laid my head down and actually missed that part. But I heard them verify "Seykora" a couple times. Lickity split, the doc showed us on the monitor the 2 little drops of fluid that he had placed inside of me, inside each of those drops was an embryo. The tube was handed back to the person in the lab and they examined it under the high powered microscope to verify that both embryos had in fact been released from the tube. Yep, we're good to go! That's it...quick & painless...amazing! The doc says as he pats my foot in the stir-up 'you're officially carrying twins'! Hilarious! Wow, its done. weird. I didn't want to stand up, I didn't want to bend over, I didn't want to cough, I didn't want to laugh...oh, the list goes on & on. Then the nurse told us as we laid waiting for 30min or so that my uterus was like a peanut butter sandwich and the embryos were smooched in the middle. OK, that helps. The nurse went to the waiting room and got Jeff & Kurt to come sit with us till the 30min was over. Kurt gave me a hug, asked how I felt...fine, completely fine, like nothing happened. Jeff walked in and touched my shoulder & gave me a look I'll never forget. A look like, are you hurt? Do you feel sick? Are you still OK with this? I'm not sure what he was thinking, he just looked really fragile to me at that moment. I'm sure he was scared out of his mind...these are his babies and he wants this so badly. I cant imagine. The rest of the day quickly becomes a blur as the Valium clearly sets in. I sleep the majority of the day away, wake up only to feel so tired that I proceed to sleep the entire night away too! Here, I had all these great plans of what I was gonna do while I was on bedrest all weekend. One of my plans included my 43 dvr'd episodes of The Young & The Restless, my guilty pleasure in life. Yeah, all weekend long all I could muster was 3 measly episodes! I obeyed strict bedrest, only out of bed to pee and quickly back in bed. Monday morning came and back to life as normal...weird. Who does this?!?!
Tuesday, Dec. 15th
So, today I'm going nuts because my house is a disaster, I'm not decorated for xmas and we are hosting this yr! So, Denise takes mercy on me and comes over to help me clean. Now, that's a true friend, one who will gladly come and scrub my toilets! As we are both on our hands and knees cleaning the floors I ask her, nonchalantly 'so, if I start to feel any symptoms, do you want me to tell you or just keep quiet'? (Because, we had heard that women will feel false symptoms from the meds they are on, not necessarily b/c they are pregnant...so it can really jack with your mind) She quickly snaps at me "WHY, are you feeling something and you're holdin' out on me?!" NO! for crying out loud, its only been 3 days, of course I'm not feeling anything...but if I DO? to which she replies something like "if you are puking, I want u to call me in the middle of it", ...something like that. Alright, got it.
Wednesday, Dec. 16th
Woke up this morning and went about my morning routine...pee'd and then moved to the sink to brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth & chatting with Kurt...I gagged on my toothbrush! I tried to act like nothing happened but Kurt was like..."uh, Jill. Did you just gag on your toothbrush?!?!" "um, yeah, I did...well, maybe it was just in my mouth too long, I dont know!" What you need to understand is that with nearly all of my pregnancies, one of the very 1st thing that happens to me is that I gag on my toothbrush! I dont know why, I know its wierd, I just have a very sensitive gag reflex all the sudden. 10 min. later as Im in the shower, I feel it...symptom #2! No way! My armpit is sore...again, I know its weird, but always one of my 1st symptoms~a sore armpit! OH MY GOSH!!! I head downstairs. Kurt is making breakfast for the kiddos. Breakfast for me? I could take it or leave it. No big deal, I sure didnt need it. Well, not today...not today. The water starts squirting in the sides of my mouth, oh my gosh I am nauseous! Im gonna throw up...give me food, give me food...NOW! This cant be real, it has only been 4 days since the transfer...4 days! This cant be real! I call Denise and fill her in on the happenings of the morning & we instantly start our own investigation....Google, here we come. Come to find out, that yes, some women feel false symptoms that mimic pregnancy symptoms, they are brought on by one of the meds. Oh, BUT, that particular med~ an HCG shot, is one of the meds that Denise had to take...NOT ME! Therefore, these symptoms I am feeling are not drug induced, well, probably not. There is a small possibility that the progesterone I am taking could give me side effects that are similar to pregnancy symptoms. Hmmm.
Saturday, Dec. 12th
BIG day! I woke up this morning knowing that my BFF was gonna come pick Kurt and I up at 6:30. All 4 of us, Kurt & me, Jeff & Denise were heading to Perkins to grab some breakfast before heading downtown so I could "get knocked up". Breakfast was perfectly fine but as the chit chat happened around the table I couldn't help but keep thinking to myself..."do we all realize what we are about to do"?!?!?! I couldn't even focus on the conversation, not one little bit. If anything, I started to feel annoyed by it, they were interrupting me and thoughts that seemed to be on "auto replay"...the same old thoughts over, and over and over!!! Well, breakfast was soon done and it was precisely the time we wanted to be leaving the restaurant (9am) to be at the clinic on time. Everything up until this point has been "text book", no curve balls, no unexpected anythings & now, even breakfast ends at exactly the time we had planned...hmmm. Jeff drives us downtown and we arrive right on time, 9:45 & check-in. It was a fairly quiet morning in the clinic, only a couple other people in the waiting area. And then the 4 of us. Do people wonder what our story is? After only a few short moments out walks the nurse..."Jill". Yikes, that's me. I ask who can "come back" with me...I'm not even sure where were going or what is going to happen when we get there. She says just as sweet as can be "oh, anyone you want can come back". Great~c'mon guys! She takes us to a room where the doctor meets with us. He has in his hand a picture...of the 2 precious little embryos that he thinks, in his 'oh so wise', professional opinion, look to be the most promising. A picture for the baby book, he says. sweet. He confirms that they/we want to transfer 2...yeppers, 2 it is. Lets do it! Alright guys, Jeff and Kurt, head back out to the waiting room to wait for the news that its done. Only one person can accompany me back to the "transfer room" & Denise is that person. I change into my gown and robe and they quickly escort me down the hall and into the transfer room. Denise took pictures and I'm glad she did, I cant remember much of what the room was like. Before I lay on the table and stick my feet in the stir-ups Denise gives me a big hug & an 'I love you'. I remember thinking, 'the next time you hug me, your baby will be growing inside of me'. Weird. Who does this?! So, they get me quickly situated, draped with a sheet and then the doctor moves in. He was in the room with us for only about 5min. It felt very much like a papsmear, not even that bad actually. This is what I do recall (remember, I was on Valium), looking up at the monitor that was right next to me...looking at my uterus that was perfectly prepped for this procedure. When I looked up at the doc, I saw, behind him, a window with blinds. The blinds were lifted and through the window was a very sterile looking lab with microscopes and metal boxes. The window slid open a bit and someone from inside the lab handed Dr. Campbell, through the window, I think a long tube. Denise will have to describe that because I had laid my head down and actually missed that part. But I heard them verify "Seykora" a couple times. Lickity split, the doc showed us on the monitor the 2 little drops of fluid that he had placed inside of me, inside each of those drops was an embryo. The tube was handed back to the person in the lab and they examined it under the high powered microscope to verify that both embryos had in fact been released from the tube. Yep, we're good to go! That's it...quick & painless...amazing! The doc says as he pats my foot in the stir-up 'you're officially carrying twins'! Hilarious! Wow, its done. weird. I didn't want to stand up, I didn't want to bend over, I didn't want to cough, I didn't want to laugh...oh, the list goes on & on. Then the nurse told us as we laid waiting for 30min or so that my uterus was like a peanut butter sandwich and the embryos were smooched in the middle. OK, that helps. The nurse went to the waiting room and got Jeff & Kurt to come sit with us till the 30min was over. Kurt gave me a hug, asked how I felt...fine, completely fine, like nothing happened. Jeff walked in and touched my shoulder & gave me a look I'll never forget. A look like, are you hurt? Do you feel sick? Are you still OK with this? I'm not sure what he was thinking, he just looked really fragile to me at that moment. I'm sure he was scared out of his mind...these are his babies and he wants this so badly. I cant imagine. The rest of the day quickly becomes a blur as the Valium clearly sets in. I sleep the majority of the day away, wake up only to feel so tired that I proceed to sleep the entire night away too! Here, I had all these great plans of what I was gonna do while I was on bedrest all weekend. One of my plans included my 43 dvr'd episodes of The Young & The Restless, my guilty pleasure in life. Yeah, all weekend long all I could muster was 3 measly episodes! I obeyed strict bedrest, only out of bed to pee and quickly back in bed. Monday morning came and back to life as normal...weird. Who does this?!?!
Tuesday, Dec. 15th
So, today I'm going nuts because my house is a disaster, I'm not decorated for xmas and we are hosting this yr! So, Denise takes mercy on me and comes over to help me clean. Now, that's a true friend, one who will gladly come and scrub my toilets! As we are both on our hands and knees cleaning the floors I ask her, nonchalantly 'so, if I start to feel any symptoms, do you want me to tell you or just keep quiet'? (Because, we had heard that women will feel false symptoms from the meds they are on, not necessarily b/c they are pregnant...so it can really jack with your mind) She quickly snaps at me "WHY, are you feeling something and you're holdin' out on me?!" NO! for crying out loud, its only been 3 days, of course I'm not feeling anything...but if I DO? to which she replies something like "if you are puking, I want u to call me in the middle of it", ...something like that. Alright, got it.
Wednesday, Dec. 16th
Woke up this morning and went about my morning routine...pee'd and then moved to the sink to brush my teeth. As I was brushing my teeth & chatting with Kurt...I gagged on my toothbrush! I tried to act like nothing happened but Kurt was like..."uh, Jill. Did you just gag on your toothbrush?!?!" "um, yeah, I did...well, maybe it was just in my mouth too long, I dont know!" What you need to understand is that with nearly all of my pregnancies, one of the very 1st thing that happens to me is that I gag on my toothbrush! I dont know why, I know its wierd, I just have a very sensitive gag reflex all the sudden. 10 min. later as Im in the shower, I feel it...symptom #2! No way! My armpit is sore...again, I know its weird, but always one of my 1st symptoms~a sore armpit! OH MY GOSH!!! I head downstairs. Kurt is making breakfast for the kiddos. Breakfast for me? I could take it or leave it. No big deal, I sure didnt need it. Well, not today...not today. The water starts squirting in the sides of my mouth, oh my gosh I am nauseous! Im gonna throw up...give me food, give me food...NOW! This cant be real, it has only been 4 days since the transfer...4 days! This cant be real! I call Denise and fill her in on the happenings of the morning & we instantly start our own investigation....Google, here we come. Come to find out, that yes, some women feel false symptoms that mimic pregnancy symptoms, they are brought on by one of the meds. Oh, BUT, that particular med~ an HCG shot, is one of the meds that Denise had to take...NOT ME! Therefore, these symptoms I am feeling are not drug induced, well, probably not. There is a small possibility that the progesterone I am taking could give me side effects that are similar to pregnancy symptoms. Hmmm.
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