IF and the City

I used to feel sad when I watched the episodes with Charlotte failing over and over again while trying to get pregnant. Little did I know that my own attempts would lead me on the same sad journey. We've now passed 4 years in the trenches. 6 failed IVF/ICSI cycles = nothing. Time for something new - donor eggs. Success at last. Now for round 2.

Friday, March 06, 2009

One to go

One week down, one to go.

Having doubts about the embie has helped me not get too obsessive.

Had my acupuncture straight after this time, not my usual lady, MASSIVE headache finding someone. Ended up going somewhere completely new and close by the clinic. Seems they were v.traditional ... so much so they wanted me to go for the following 5 days. So I went that day, then the day after. Certainly did feel good those days, but since they didn't reduce the rate to accomodate GOING DAILY, I stopped and thought I'd go back to my lady if I wanted more [on the days she works].

So nonchalant about this 2WW I nearly didn't bother going and getting my mid-2WW progesterone test.

'Why bother?' I asked the nurse, 'Most clinics don't even do this test, and even if its low, BIG DEAL'!... Blah, blah... who cares... load of rubbish... whinge ... moan 'It's down to the embryo'.

'Well' she politely advised me 'we just don't know what effect YOU have on an embryo once it's transferred, I mean we do pretty well at mimicking the uterine environment in the lab, but after all we don't know what happens once it's transferred'

'Well yes that is true, but what I want to know is what the hell is going on with these young eggs?' - that thing happened when suddenly you blab what is really on your mind.

'My own niece went thru IVF here, and we transferred two shocking looking embryos, her progesterone came back at 17 - now 14 weeks pregnant - one of them stuck'.

'S-I-G-H'

So, in my casual manner, I'd strolled in so late I wasn't going to get my result back the same day, and then later realised I also had totally forgotten to get extra messaries, since I'm going to run out before BT-Day.

Back again this morning, messaries in hand, talking to one of the other nurses.

'Well I had my blood test soooo late yesterday I didn't get the results, so you know, whatever ...'
'PLEASE call this afternoon and get your results'
'Okay, I'm sure its okay, even though it was low last time'
'Call this afternoon'.

Come 3 o'clock I debate bothering, then ring.

'Yeah, your progesterone is fine, so no need to increase messaries'
'Right-e-o, what is it?'
Paper shuffle 'Here it is ... gosh it's 105!'
'Thought it was okay - I've got heart-burn!'
'Really, well then, your BT is next Friday THE 13TH'

So there you go little embie ... if you decide to stick around ... all ready for you!

Nuh, don't think I'm going to have anything to do with pee sticks either.

3 Comments:

At March 08, 2009 6:55 am , Blogger Lut C. said...

Some kind of detachment is practical, at a time like this. Too bad the nurses don't see it that way.

I don't remember having a halfway bloodtest either.

 
At March 08, 2009 1:43 pm , Blogger three minute palaver said...

OMG Sparkle, have all my fingers and toes crossed, all my t's crossed and all my i's dotted and I'm thinking of you and hoping for a BFP on Friday 13th. 105 are great numbers. It all sounds like this time's the ONE...

 
At March 11, 2009 9:16 pm , Anonymous drownedgirl said...

Good luck!

 

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