One of the things that happens after an embryo transfer for surrogates is that (many of us) become women with super duper in tuned senses and practically X ray vision. We begin to pay very close attention to our bodies and examine every single twinge that we feel.
I usually keep these things under wraps because:
- A- I don't want to get myself worked up- or down- based on things that are 100% NOT based in scientific reality.
- B- I don't want my intended parents to see the blog and have the same reactions- positive or negative- to what I report feeling or not feeling.
But.... my IPs this time have told me they're specifically avoiding the blog for that very reason. They'll come read it all later. When things are certain.
And... I'm a writer, and getting it all out feels good. So... It's dangerous to publish this in case it's all just a farce, but I think I'm going to do it anyway.
None of what I'm about to share means anything. Not at all. It has less chance of being accurate than old wive's tales about gender selection. No matter what I think, feel, or notice... chances of pregnancy are still 50%. I either will be, or I won't be.
Day of Transfer
We transferred two embryos. 1 boy, 1 girl. As you all know, In my life I've delivered 3 beautiful girls... and transferred 3 boys into my uterus. None of them felt like sticking around. I've jokingly said that my body only accepts girls. The girl that we implanted on Tuesday was hatching just a little bit at 9 am when her photo was taken. By our transfer around noon though, she was almost completely out. The embryologist and IVF doctor both commented on what an aggressive change that was in such a short period of time. That gave me a lot of hope.
A couple hours after transfer I had a few wipes of light pink blood after I would pee. No big deal, totally normal. The catheter that transfers the embryos into the uterus can cause some very minor damage to the medically thickened uterine lining, and some blood is about as common as tears when you cry. It stopped after an hour or so.
Wednesday afternoon I started to notice a bit of pink discharge again. I told myself it could still be from the transfer cath and tried to ignore it. I was not worried in the slightest, and was trying to keep myself from getting excited over the potential that this new pink discharge could possibly represent implantation bleeding- bleeding caused by an embryo burying itself into the uterine lining where it will begin to grow. Given how aggressively our little girl embryo was developing yesterday, I knew this was a possibility, but I really wanted to keep my excitement down and expectations in check. I told myself it must be cath blood still, and went on with my day.
Later that evening I started to notice cramping. Usually, at this stage of the game, this is a very good sign- not a bad one. It often represents the embryos implanting into the uterus. Wednesday night I noticed cramping in two very distinct places. One in the center rear of my uterus, and one in the extreme lower left. Could this be implantation cramping? Perhaps of both embryos? Or, more likely, is it just Mandy trying very hard to look for a sign, any sign, that this transfer worked.
Thursday morning came with a healthy dose of bright pink spotting. I'm still trying to tell myself it could be from the catheter... but... really, it's been 48 hours. If the pink spotting was from that the blood would now be brown, not at all pink. It has to be implantation. And there was a fair amount of it over several bathroom trips. I'm feeling like this has to be a very good sign.
What else am I feeling? Sick. Very sick. I tried to tell myself that it was because I had a cup of coffee on an empty stomach, as sometimes that can happen to me. But then I ate a whole balanced breakfast... and felt heartburn, and weak limbs, and nausea. I can tell you that I am *not* imagining this bought of nausea or fatigue- but I can concede that they may be in no way related to a potential pregnancy.
Later in the day the sick feeling did eventually go away, but was promptly replaced with sore breasts and an overwhelming feeling of simply being full.
If I were a betting gal, and I'm not, I'd tell you it's twins for sure. I've had my second bought of implantation bleeding. So this marks three distinct "pink on the paper" occurrences. Each one marked with a distinct period of no pink discharge between them. For me, my 100% no fail sign of pregnancy has ALWAYS been implantation bleeding. So yeah... I must be pregnant. And it must be twins.
...10 days until we know for sure. 240 hours to go.
I'm going to kill the next several of those hours napping.