By; Rosy Barren
I was asked to drink at least a quart of water prior to the procedure to ensure my bladder was full for the transfer. I grabbed a water bottle for the car ride over and figured I’d down it on the way. I was drinking quickly and was nervous, as this whole process is a big mystery. I didn’t know what to expect and I’m not a fan of hospitals or doctors. At each stoplight my wife was challenging me to drink as fast as I could until the light turned green just to encourage me to get it down. I was supposed to leave a half hour between drinking and arriving at the clinic. By the third light, I turned white, grabbed a bag, and all of the water came right back up. I hope I didn’t screw anything up.
I explained to the doctors when I got there and they didn’t seem to think it was a huge ordeal, but I felt foolish for not even being able to complete my simple part of this procedure.
They took us into a stark room with a silver gurney in the center and told me to take the Valium my doctor had prescribed. I’ve never really taken much medicine, Percocet, or any of that stuff, and let me tell you, that Valium is a treat. I melted into the cold, hard gurney for about 30 minutes until they strolled me into the next room. There, they inserted the embryos inside of me and voila! I saw them floating around on the screen. My babies! I was so happy and tired and had to pee…bad. The worst part about this whole process was the 20 minutes I had to lay elevated with a full bladder. Torture. When the nurse finally released me, I couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough.
Now I wait. 14 days. 14 days!