As stated in the preceding section, for my 1st cycle, I transferred my embryos on day 5. I apologise if it appears I have been slagging off Nordica, but I didn’t have a good experience there at all. As usual, there were at least a dozen of us, waiting for our turn. For the egg transfer, you have to have a very full bladder. That, in itself, was torture for me. Eventually, I was wheeled into the theatre. Unlike the egg retrieval, I was w-i-d-e awake this time. The transfer was incredibly clumsy and long. And when they were done, one of the hinges on the bed I was lying on gave way, and the bed tilted sharply. To their credit, they were quick to lift the bed back to place, but I have a sneaky suspicion that was where the cycle started going belly up. Anyway, after the transfer, I was wheeled to a recovery room, where I lay down for all of 20 minutes, before I was allowed to empty my bursting bladder. I was then allowed to change, go back to the main hospital, do some paper work, and then go home.
For my 2nd cycle, my full bladder and I were wheeled into the Georges Memorial theatre. Dr. Iketubosin had some junior Doctors with him, so he talked them through the entire process whilst expertly transferring my embryos, using a sonogram for guidance. But even with the lecture, it was such a congenial atmosphere with Dr. Iketubosin sharing his trademark jokes (like threatening to transfer 5 embryos, so that his sons would marry them). At the end, I lay on the theatre bed for about 30 minutes, listening to Coldplay and John Mayer on my iPod. After 30 minutes, I was taken to a private ward, where I lay put in the bed (save for bathroom breaks) for the next 3 days, before eventually leaving for home.
If I were to describe the feeling, the word I would use would be uncomfortable. You have to prepared for the full bladder, as well as metallic objects fussing around inside you. Once you can get your mind around these, you should be fine.