The transfer went really well! We had two perfect little embryos who wanted to get in my belly so I said "Come on in!". And they were promptly named Leroy and Stan once Jas saw the picture of them in their petri dish. He was still recovering from his procedure so I didn't fight it.
We find out the results via blood test next week. Eeeks!
After running and running and running for three months, a three–day crash was pretty much awesome. And I had a good little nurse named Bobbi to rush to my (and Jason's) every need. It was fantastic. But once the three days were up I was ready to bounce right out of the house and so that's what we did. Right over to Pinkberry.
To make the little embryos feel real welcome and cozy, I have been rubbing my stomach and saying real nice things. Oh! And I've been getting intramuscular shots in the "upper–outer–quadrant" of my rear and suppositories every night to make them happy too. Spoiled little dudes, aren't they!
The IM injections are tricky. They create knots under the skin that must be massaged with a warm, wet cloth. Then the knots get bigger and sitting or laying sometimes presents a problem because..... ouuuch! Being sure to rub the knots throughout the day does relieve some of the pain though—but it's a little bit interesting trying to rub your upper–butt in public without feeling awkward.
When my sister, Bobbi, was here she would try to help me by squeezing my arm tight and squealing for me as she watched Jason stab me. "Geri! You're going to be ok.... That needle is huuuuuge! You're good! You're ok! Oh my heck Geri! That needle is so big! Ahh! You're ok!"
And it did help and we laughed.