The Transfer.

Let's flash back 38 hours. Four in the morning came really quick and I was so nervous/excited and all the feelings that it being 4 in the morning didn't matter at all. I got ready and headed to the airport and it was smooth sailing, or should I say flying into San Diego. My husband wasn't able to accompany me as planned so thankfully by childhood best friend flew in from Las Vegas to be with me. Her plane didn't arrive at the same time so I hung out at the airport waiting for her for almost two hours. Again, I didn't hate this because they had Einstein Bagels and that picture above tells it all. Also, I got to watch the first episode of "making a murderer" on Netflix and I didn't hate that either. 

Lacey arrived and we headed to the hotel for check-in. After check in we went to grab lunch at a Thai restaurant called Mint in downtown S.D. It was perfect and cheap! Time must have flown because it was time to go get this transfer done by then end of lunch. Jumped in another uber in a Prius of course because basically all drivers for Uber drive a Prius. We got to the fertilitally clinic about 30 minutes early and I was totally filled with nerves. This is where Lacey steps in. She's pretty good at recognizing my feelings and she totally turned this waiting game into a giggle fest. When they had me come back, they had me change into a hospital gown and shoe covers and a hair cover. I looked like I was going into surgery. Here is a lovely picture to give you a good laugh. 

I look fab huh? 

Anyways, they call me into a room and have me lay down and the doctor explains to me that he will be walking me through all parts of the procedure. I was pretty thankful for this. I read online it was going to be just like a pap so I wasn't too concerned about pain at all. They put a speculum in my vag (yes vag) and then cleaned my cervix. If that's TMI do not read on. After that, they put a internal ultrasound in my vag and scanned for uterus to make sure all is good and clear. Then they put a catheter into my cervix, so tiny I literally felt nothing. I watched he entire thing on the ultrasound. Once the placement was perfect they called the embryologist who then showed me the embryo on another screen in the room and then took it off the screen to retrieve it into a needle. They brought the needle into my room and inserted the embryo into my uterus via the catheter. Once we saw it go int my uterus, they pulled out the catheter and then the speculum. Then, it was completely over. I laid there for 10 minutes and then they moved me to a "recovery chair" and by moving me I mean I got up and walked out of the procedure room and sat in the recovery chair where Lacey was hanging out. Then a ton of more giggle while they took my blood and gave me a shot of HCG. I was extra silly. I'm pretty sure Lacey and I gave those nurses an experience they don't normally have. 

Back into a Prius and to our hotel we went. ROOM SERVICE! Woo hoo! We ordered twice. Chips and guacamole for post recovery snack and then a late night pizza because why not? Dane would kill me if he knew we ordered a cheese pizza. He believes a pizza with no toppings is a crime or something. 

I felt totally normal after the transfer. There are no symptoms or anything weird. That night, I slept like a damn baby. 

Today, we woke up and ate breakfast in bed. I can't even tell you how much room service was but it was rediculous but so worth it. The hash browns were unreal. Seriously. Then we did our make up in bed and got all dressed and packed up for the day. Check out was at 1 so we had tons of time to kill before true flight . We played tourist in gas lamp and got a huge ice cream sundae, the size of Lacey's head. 

We also played photo shoot and I realized I'm so damn awkward. Lacey has this crap down, me I'm like the awkward friend. 

So after we totally took advantage of our phone camera timer, we went to the mall. I bought myself some new Nikes with my Christmas money. I'm stage 5 obsessed. 

After the mall is where things get weird..... 

We ordered an Uber to get us back to hotel to grab our bags before heading to the airport. The uber seemed to be circling the block and I am not sure if you have been following the San Diego weather but it was raining something fierce, so naturally I cancelled my Uber and jumped in this taxi that was sitting right in front of us. The first thing the driver says to us was "how's the baby?". I was terribly confused, concerned, speechless. How did he know I had Charlie at home? I proceeded with "she's fine, how did you know I have a baby?" and he returned with "because you're pregnant." Ummmmmmmm, wait what?!? I pause trying to figure this new conundrum out and he responds again with "right?". Me and Lacey looked at each other and didn't really know what to tell him. I just ended the conversation with "maybe" and he says "I'm sorry." Did he think I looked pregnant, did he KNOW I was pregnant. Was he some freaking psychic??? What the heck just happened. We got out of the taxi and I asked a random stranger woman to be brutal with me and tell me if I looked pregnant. She looked me up and down and said my shirt wasn't fitted but I don't look pregnant. She seemed brutal so I'm figuring she told me the truth and of course Lacey swears to God there was no way he thought I was pregnant by looking pregnant. The whole thing was so crazy. 

So, in 6 days I will get a blood test to see if this crazy taxi man was right or if I need to stop eating ice cream.