We were bundled out into the street after a brief rest directly after embryo transfer.
Moments before we had been led into a tiny room with just enough room for a recliner, another chair and a small cupboard, we soon realised we weren’t about to get the post-embryo transfer relaxation time with drinks and sandwiches. The embryo transfer line was long that morning and the clinic rooms small. This operation staffed to the bare minimum. Wobbles peeped into the drawer of the small cupboard and had his suspicions confirmed; inside was the mandatory clinic collection of pornography. This multi-purpose room also doubled as semen collection room. Hardly private from the adjoining waiting room, it appeared to be another clinic economy on personal embarrassment. A brief visit from the nurse followed as she handed us a simple post-transfer instruction list, and we were out.