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February 24, 2004
Yet another Embryonic Transfer
Here is the continuing saga that is IVF… It all starts last night about 9:45pm, Jen and I had just laid down do go to sleep a few minutes earlier and the phone rings. The first thought through my mind. “Ahh, Sh@t, this better not be work…” Of course it wasn’t, it was the oddball acupuncturist that Jen goes to, and all she wanted to do was to confirm the 8:45am appointment for the following day. What other office in the world calls that late… I really don’t get this woman, and after the great coffee incident of 2003, I hesitate to even see the woman.
So this morning we get up and get ready to go see the lady for Jen’s treatment, of course I hold things up and we get there about 5 minutes late. I drop Jen off and go to get my coffee and bagel. When I get back to the office which is about 500 Yards from Dunkin Donuts (and for our European friends, yes I did drive it and not walk) I ponder whether or not to even bring the coffee and bagel with me into the office. I throw caution to the wind and figure “what the hell, will just say no is she asks for a sip this time.” I get into the office and walk into the room Jen is in, and the acupuncturist is standing under the heating vent and seems surprised that there is hot air flowing down on her. But wait it gets better, she mentions some cleaning supplies that she and Jen had supposedly discussed and drags me into her main office. I am a little skeptical at this point, but for the sake of Jen I am going along with it. Well she opens up some catalog and begins going through this “kit” of cleaning supplies and then asks for my credit card. As the big, strong, brave husband that I am I tell the lady “No, I am not allowed to make these decisions, let’s talk with Jen!” I follow her back into the room where Jen is, let them start talking and go out into the hall to eat my bagel, Jen wards off the Lady and says “No, thanks!” The lady says okay, but make sure you get rid of Tide and what have you and go organic. Which is fine, I would never bring Tide into my home anyway, my company makes Wisk. So the Lady goes to put her catalog away, and Jen flashes me the universal sign for “I love you” which is the middle finger. Later she yells at me for making her say “no” and I tell her your acupuncturist, you get to tell her. So we leave and head for the Fertility place.
Once at the fertility office, I think things are going to look up, I mean the door doesn’t even close behind us and they bring us right in. Here I am thinking “Cool, we will be in and out of here.” I can only guess it is at that point I have cursed us into being in the office for a while. Just for reference, every time I go here with Jen we are taken late and sit around forever. We end up leaving about an hour and forty-five minutes later. I obviously do not realize that it is going to be this long at this point, and we are sitting in the IVF waiting room. The nurse comes out and questions one woman on the condition of her bladder, and how full it is. This prompts Jen to want another glass of water. So, of course, she wants me to go and get it. Well I am going to be her slave boy for the 36 hours after the transfer, so I make her go get it. So a mildly annoyed Jen goes off to get water. I am still drinking my coffee and a few minutes after she returns I tell her I am going to throw out the cup, does she ask me to take her water cup with me? Of course not, she waits until I get back (all of about 30 Seconds) and then asks for me to throw it out…so I say “Nope” do it yourself. So Jen being Jen complains about having to throw it out in the bathroom and not being able to use it, like that is my fault. So we are now about an hour in and I have read 2 magazines, so I figure it is time to spit out the gum I have been chewing since we got there. I also use the bathroom, figuring “hell, I’m here and there is no rule about me using it” When I get back, they have taken Jen…figures. There is another lady in the waiting room, and she had tried to strike up a conversation with Jen and I earlier which didn’t go so far, and she asks me if I want twins, I was like “I don’t care what we have at this point, just hope it works” The nurse comes out and gets me and we get to speak with the embryologist. She is a really nice woman, who really needed a breath mint, I can’t win today. So she shows us the three they are going to put back and tells us the shells are a little thick, so she hatched them, which apparently she doesn’t normally do when they are at the Blast stage. She goes on to tell us what happened to the other seven. Some just arrested in development, one of these was the straggler embryo that we had hoped for. The embryo that started out the best only had placenta cells and no child development cells. We were told that they would have put this one back on day three and we would have either not gotten pregnant or only had a sac pregnancy. So it was a good thing we waited. There are three more embryos that we can potentially freeze, but the embryologist wants to wait one more day and see how they look tomorrow. So Jen and I were happy about that. We will wait and see, however, and find out tomorrow how viable that option is with the additional development.
They then have us sign the consent form, of course they circled the wrong option for the “discarding of bad embryos” and the way they had it, we were not allowing them to discard them. What I couldn’t believe is that “eagle eyes” Jen missed it and just signed the form. Of course, I saw it and made mention of it, so it was corrected and we moved on. They then brought Jen in the back and put me back into the waiting room. I started to read the Sports section of the paper, and like 2 minutes later Dr. “hottie” comes out and tells me Jen is all set and Jen will be out in a couple of minutes. See now this is what kills me, here it is an hour and a half in and the procedure is no more than 5 minutes. It is not like they have any real good magazines; all the sporting ones are pre super bowl, like I care now for a team breakdown. I am not going to the special room to read porn, or watch a movie so what the hell am I supposed to do for an hour and a half. My job was done a few days ago, and I am just the chauffer today. I really am only good for three things here…”the sample”, the insurance, and the transfer stories…but I digress; the important thing is that the transfer went well and Jen is resting comfortably. Of course I know I have two days of servitude ahead of me, and Jen seems to take a lot of enjoyment out of bossing me around and me really having to do something. That is all for now, I am sure Jen will update you all with the technical details tomorrow.
Your faithful scribe;
-the husband
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