One step more closer!

Yup, that's right! I am one, hopefully final, step closer to the embryo transfer and being a surrogate.

I flew to Toronto yesterday to have a polyp removed. It was a crazy long day. We flew out at 6:45 am, and flew back at 8:00 pm, but the plane was late and it ended up being more like 8:20 or so (I was a little bit drugged so I don't really remember this).

Because I was getting sedative for the procedure, I needed to bring someone to accompany me. So, my dear British friend came. Because he lives closer to the airport than I do, I slept over at his house on Thursday night. I got there around 9 pm, and we talked and watched a movie. We went to bed around midnight, and were up at 5am.

We took a taxi to the airport, and checked in. We hung out in the Porter lounge until it was time to board, so we updated facebook.

Flying wasn't too bad. There was no turbulence, and it was a nice clear day. We landed and decided to have a coffee near the clinic before we went in. So we sat at a Starbucks in the middle of the Business district, had our coffee, and decided it was still really early, so we could take a wander throughout Bay street.

We walked a few blocks to a great mall, and wandered through there. They had a great big LCBO we walked through, and would have shopped in, but we couldn't take any liquids on the plane. We also found a great book place, and both bought a few great books.

It was then time for The Appointment. We headed over to the clinic, checked in, and picked our recovery room. I got changed and then we sat and waited. A nurse came and gave me some papers to sign, then we waited. My vitals were taken, and we waited some more. Shortly before my appointment time, the vitals nurse attempted to put an IV in. Unsuccessfully and very painfully. She got another nurse to come in, and the brute got it in, but it hurt about as much as it possibly could. So, my saline drip was started to keep me hydrated because I couldn't drink anything.

And then we waited. And waited. And I slept. And we waited. And then we watched some Top Gear. And I slept. And we waited.

About 3 hours later, there was no one else, and it was finally my turn. Here is where it all gets a little fuzzy. I was getting a narcotic for pain, as well as a sedative, in my IV. From the procure I remember the nurse telling me to breath, and then making a conscious effort to continue breathing.

And after that there isn't much. This was about 4pm. I remember going to the Eatons Center, and there were birds on the ceiling. And I remember getting on the plane, but not flying.

This is what I have pieced together (and how);
- we ate at some point (I found a half eaten burger and fries in a plastic container in my bag)

- I went shopping at victoria's secret (I found the items in my bag... Which was a very weird thing to discover)

- I wasn't feeling well at all apparently (I woke up in British Guys bed. I don't remember the flight or the bus to his house)

- I found this text in my phone "ha I dreamed about strawberries and cried but the tiger and I snuggled so I'm ok" (this makes more questions. It was sent right after the procedure)

All in all, an eventful day. Today is a little off. I feel groggy and sick. I've only just started eating (it's about 6:30 pm). I tried sleeping, and woke up feeling worse. I don't have any pain from the procedure, just some after-effects from the drugs. I feel better than I did this morning, so hopefully another good nights sleep will help again.

So, after all that, I am one step closer to surrogacy!