I had my FET today and I’m feeling extremely frustrated. Instead of having a wonderfully blissful and zen post-transfer afternoon like back in April after my last transfer, I have felt low and worried. Unlike all of my past seven transfers, we were not able to make out the bright streak of post-transfer hope, less elegantly known as the air and fluid surrounding the embryo, which marks the embryo’s placement in the uterus. My RE said the transfer went well, but wasn’t able to point out the embryo shooting star of hope on the screen capture she had taken and I didn’t react quickly enough before she dashed on to her next transfer to let her know that it would reassure me to be able to see it. I think my anxiety was also fueled by the fact that after my endometrial scratch last month, the doctor who performed it said it was extremely important to be very careful with my embryo transfers and placement because my cervix and uterine alignment are difficult to negotiate. It makes me feel really frustrated that a small detail, which is hopefully insignificant, has had such a major impact on my mindset as I head into the long and dreaded pre-Beta wait. I asked my husband if he thought I was crazy for getting stuck on such a small detail. He kindly said that he didn’t think I was crazy and that he understood how trying all of these treatments are on my body and mind. I had been feeling positive all week, despite a pesky cold, and had heaps of positive energy and hope this morning before the transfer. We have made major changes to our protocol and I really felt that this could finally be our time. I know there are still plenty of reasons to keep hoping, but I’m just so frustrated to have lost what should have been a blissful sunny afternoon with my embryo to a worry that could have been easily put at bay.