Our FS appointments and then place for EPU and transfer were about 800klms apart, so we might have had a little different experience?
1. I can honestly say that I didn't notice what magazines were at the FS office while we were waiting. Should've taken some more notice as I do think they could leave some men mags laying around (car mags, mens health etc)
2. Our FS only ever called out my name. I never really noticed that he never called DH's name out, but understand that it would be a nice thing to call out both partners names.
3. FS usually asked me first how I was, sometimes he would direct the question towards the pair of us and see which one of us answered first, just for general chit chat i think?
4. DH had to go to the 'green room' He was given directions on how to get to the green room by following the green wall to the elevator then going somewhere which involved following more green. It is a bit of a joke between us now, and he has refused to paint green in our house ever.
5. Can't comment personally either! DH was given a key to the green room, and a cd booklet full of DVD's to take with him to the green room. He did mention that some were rather distasteful. when he returned to the waiting room, he had to hand back the key, dvd and his sample in a brown paper bag.
6. I'm pretty sure that DH's name was all over any sticker/paperwork that there was.
7. Not sure that my scans were all that icky. Were glad they were over though.
Our FS made sure that DH was standing there watching all my scans. For our first one with him he practically demanded that DH get up and come watch, I think he said something about it involving him too, so he should be watching.
The girls showed us both how to use the puregon pen, but moreso DH as I said to them I would just get flustered and forget it all. When it came time for trigger, they did the same, showed both, but then ran through it again with DH.
I didn't like how they told DH to come see me in recovery then after 5-10 minutes said he had to go wait back downstairs in the waiting room. I needed him with me, and I think he wanted to be with me too.
After I got dressed, I moved to another waiting room to have something to eat and sat around other women who had their support person with them, while they forgot to call the girls downstairs to let DH know he could come up to me. It probably seems like a silly little thing, but DH is my comfort blanket so to speak, I feel better when he is around, especially as it was my first IVF pick up and I was so far from home.
Nic
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