Overall, the transfer went very quickly and smoothly. The embryologist was able to get them into the catheter on the first try. At my last transfer, she was chasing them around the petri dish. It looked like she was crushing them. It was an incredibly nerve wracking thing to watch, especially when you're flat on your back with your legs in stirrups and a speculum poking out of you. My bladder was full enough so the doctor was easily able to locate the best point for transfer. It's so cool to see the tiny white flash on the screen when the embryos are shot out of the catheter. The only awkward moment came when I was being wheeled out of the procedure room. The nurse who brought me back to my bed asked me if I was flying solo that day. I looked confused, so she rephrased - your husband couldn't make it today. I couldn't think of a witty comeback, and just said "SHE is standing right behind you" and pointed towards Elizabeth. It never ceases to amaze me that so many people at the clinic assume I'm straight. Elizabeth thinks that people are just thrown off by my long hair.
The rest of my day consisted of resting on the couch watching Wife Sw@p, eating my weight in pineapple. Fun times. I still haven't decided if I'm going to call out sick tomorrow and take another day of bed rest.