It is the waiting game once again. I should be used to it by now but I most definitely am not. IF is all about waiting and being patient. Seriously I do not know how we do it most of the time but we do because we have to what other choice do we have? Giving up is not an option even if at times we may feel like it. Taking a step back to just breathe.
Monday's scan went well, all follicles progressing and my lining was great. I had eleven follicles, seven on the left and four on the right. The nurse was unsure if I would have EC on the Wednesday or Thursday but they would let me know by the end of there work day. So I was sent home with medication to be able to carry on with if I would have EC on the Thursday. I was relieved to know that I had at most just three more injections to go and would soon be able to throw the damn nasal spray out!
Monday afternoon was spent in work making sure all employees wages were done due to both of the bosses being out of the office. One was in the office in Ireland the other off for a funeral. I was glad I was in work as it kept me busy although I did keep checking my phone. The call came just as I arrived home from work at 4.30pm and I was booked in for EC on Thursday 24th at 8am.
I did my Men.opur injection Monday and Tuesday evenings finished my spray at 8pm also on Tuesday. Then the final time specific injection on Ovi.trelle was done at 9.15pm. Wednesday was like a day off no medication at all. Though it was strange I kept thinking that I was forgetting to do something.
We were up nice and early Thursday morning to be able to get to the clinic in time. J had a room booked for 7.45am to provide his sample. All along the plan was for him to do it at home and take it with us but with all the snow we were having there was no way we were risking getting stuck in traffic and the sample being too old. Once he was done we both were taken through to the back room where I changed in to the lovely hospital gown (at least this one covered me and I could do it up).
My nurse came and sat with me and went through all the paperwork and checks (I must have been asked my name and date of birth five times but better to be sure right?). I was second on the list of just four for that morning, so yes another wait. J and I just sat and chatted he tried to keep me at ease being his normal funny charming self. Other people would think he was totally overstepping the line but he does it purposely with me as a joke and it makes me laugh. If I thought for one second he was being serious I would kick his butt.
Things did get a little upsetting when the lady due in after me had her cycle cancelled. Everything had gone perfectly for them but she had gotten sick just the day before. As she had actually vomited less than 24 hours before the anaesthetist would not give her the sedation as there was too high a risk of her aspirating. The poor women was so distraught and her husband was out in one of the rooms doing his sample it must have been the longest ten minutes of her life.
I was taken in just after 9am and was back awake by 10am. The embryologist came to see me and confirmed they collected 11 eggs at this stage they did not know if they could all be used or not but 11 was a good number. My nurse brought me a sandwich egg and cress mayo and a cup of tea and I text J to come back for me. We were allowed to leave as soon as I had been able to empty my bladder so we were on our way home by 11.30am.
I was in quite a lot of discomfort at this point. It felt like my endo was flaring and both ovaries were aching. I took painkillers as directed by the nurse and needed them again all day Friday. In a way the discomfort I was in helped me get through the two day wait for the call to find out what is happening. I was hoping ET would be the Saturday you know get it over and done with and come home and relax. I woke up Saturday and felt a lot better pain wise.
We got the call at 9.20am of the eleven eggs all were good but only three fertilised. At first I was devastated three was such a low number when we started off so well. They reassured me though that two were progressing extremely well and the third was progressing but was a bit behind the other two. They wanted to culture them for another 24 hours but would likely be calling me for ET the next day Sunday 27th. The 27th is a great date for me as it is my birth day not January but still a good omen.
We were again both awake early that morning. J put the tennis on so we sat in bed and watched Andy Murray v Djokvic ( I have no idea what bis first name is so I must find out). I was willing the phone to ring and finally at 9.30am it did. Our 3rd place embryo had stopped developing so we were now down to two of which one had pulled ahead of the other. They had booked me in for 12.20 for ET and would be putting back just the one and best embryo.
The ET part is all pretty boring you change into a gown get taken through to the transfer room. I got to sit in a high tech seat that lifted up and tilted back. The rest was a bit like having a smear (pap) test. Once they were ready and in place the embryologist brought out our embryo and it was placed in my uterus. It was held in place for twenty seconds and then the equipment was checked to make sure the embryo had transferred properly and was not still stuck in or on it. All was good so I was lowered out of the chair and we were free to leave as soon as we were ready (as long as it took for me to get dressed.
By 1pm we were in the car on our way home and for the first time in my life I could say I was pregnant!
Once again we now wait, until February 9th, then we test.
If AF arrives or not we still test to make sure there is no ectopic pregnancy.
So for now all my fingers and toes are crossed and I am praying that this works.
That in 9 months time we get to bring home our miracle.
So for now I am just going to breathe.............................