The transfer

We decided to tranfer three embryos. I was going to be a gestational surrogate, I thought that it would be a perfect lead in (if I wanted to try again), I wouldn't be the "mother" no biology to speak of.  You could say I was the gestational babysitter. Pregnacy was easy for me, I would be able to nurture and grow the infant, birth and than hand over the perfect gift to the intended parents. Tracy (the mother to be) would not be able to use her own eggs for health reasons they would need an egg donor. Ken (the father to be) would use his sperm,they would than tranfer the embyos made from that union to my uterus. Three was the magic number. They were hoping for twins, and for me, what could be more fun!? I enjoyed, you could say loved being pregnant with one, two would just add to the experience.
I flew to Virginia for the tranfer. I'm from Massachusetts as is Tracy so we headed down together. I often get motion sickness so leaving my husband and children behind as well as feeling miserable did not make for a good start. We expected this trip to bond us, but to tell the truth, I think we realized we were nothing alike. I was thrilled to be on board with the whole journey but I had been on all sorts of medications to get my uterus primed for the transfer. I was tired and miserable. I could think of nothing else but sleeping and reading. Time to myself was a luxury, besides having four small children I also ran a home daycare, at any given time I had six children in my home, the last thing I wanted to do was stay up half the night and bond.
Tracy seemed to sense this and was respectful of my privacy. She rented me room at a B&B that had a certain turn of the century charm to it.
The transfer itself took all of five minutes. I had to go back to my room and stay on bedrest for three days. Injections of progesterone were given twice daily, not the most comfortable of medications, it has an oil base and is uncomfortable to say the least. Bedrest was a slice of heaven. I hadn't slept late, napped, or just lazed around watching tv and reading in years.The idea behind bedrest was to let the embryos snuggle into my uterus and make a home for the next nine months. I flew home three days later to the love of my husband and children, the pregnancy test countdown began.