Inject a little fun into your life …

The daily injections have been ongoing for a week now. Childsplay. Except the first one – every instinct in your body is screaming at you to NOT plunge a needle into your skin, but logically, you know its necessary. After you’ve jumped that hurdle, its simple. The needle is very fine. Can I recommend that if your using the Pen strait from the fridge that you take the lid off and rub the liquids chamber between your hands for about 30 seconds, cold injections are uncomfortable!

Also – the mood swings and hot flashes stop with the injections! Hallelujah! The lovely up-the-yoohoo scans pick up pace though. I had a lovely one last week whilst I was menstruating. Absolutely lovely … Yesterdays scan was for follicle counting (follicles are where the eggs are kept). Righty was camera shy, possibly hiding behind my bowel which was a touch um …. Full …. With it being 8 am! Laxatives on eve of next scan (which will be on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. My ovaries are famous!) just to be sure! Lefty was ready for its close up, and had about 6 follicles, all measuring between 8 and 10mm. We need then to be about 18mm for harvest, which our nurse estimated to be Friday or Monday. Within ten days! Very exited now!

The Boy asked me if I have “the diabetes” like daddy. So I’ve given the kids an age appropriate, 3 sentence explanation. The Girl took it in her stride and asked a couple if sensible questions. The Boy thought for a moment, then said “mummy, are we having a baby in THIS house?”

Not on your nelly son!

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Night fever

Weeeeeeell helloooooooooooooooo night sweats! And hot flashes, glad to see you too … For the past few days, since my last post declared I had “escaped night sweats”, guess what? Yup, tempted fate, they arrived with a vengeance. I have a fan by my bed, and have been seen to fling open windows and dash out doors – even in work – whilst ripping off cardigans, hoody’s and jackets (I’m in Scotland, we don’t get summer here) whilst declaring it to be “effin’ roastin’ in here”. Even in work. My mum mentioned tonight that 2 kiwi’s a day supposedly help. Could have done with that information a few days ago, bit late now haha! Next phase starts in 3 hours. I am posting at just before 5am as another blimmin hot flash has visited me. Giving up and going for a bath!

Boldly going where not many have gone before…

I was privileged enough to see my ovaries on Monday. Both present and correct, with a good amount of follicles, since you’re wondering. I shan’t go into details about the long wand shaped, cold-lubed up camera that went up my yoohoo to enable me to see them, or the strange pressure on my bowel as the left ovary was located – apparently this is normal – or that I kept my shoes and socks on despite being completely otherwise naked from the waist down. Even whilst a nurse is giving a guided tour of my reproductive system, I refuse to let my standards slip. (Actually, I just have really cheesy feet and didn’t want her to think the stink was from somewhere else more, ah, delicate…)

Monday was also the hormone downgrading jag day. Which was a piece of cake after the camera. Actually, 6 tattoos and 18 piercings, a jag is never going to bother me anyway! Its been an eventful week. I have been a source of amusement to my friends, thanks to my amazing ability to cry about anything. No, really. Even pasta. I am now, apparently, in mini-menopause, and have been subjecting my nearest and dearest to a delightful range of turn-on-a-hapeny emotions. Laughing my head off to white hot rage in under ten seconds, zero to hysterical in less than 3! It has been a dazzling display of tears, tantrums, snotters and utter confusion. And lets not forget the headaches! Thankfully, I have avoided the night sweats so far. Although now that I’ve said that, i’ll not get off so lightly!

The next stage is more scans and daily injections once my period arrives, and the harvest in a week or 2. After waiting this long, its all happening quickly now! And its all with good reason, and I’ll never regret a second 🙂

The chicken or the egg …

I’ve made some decisions recently. Some huge, some small, some inconsequential, some with a bit more gravitas! One was to start a blog, documenting the journey I’m about to embark on. A second to grow a pair and do something brave. Another was to embark upon a journey into assisted conception clinics and having cameras popped up my nether regions.

See what I mean about the decisions?!

A few weeks ago, I was told of a woman, a family friend, who is unable to conceive and required an egg donor. Her last volunteer was too old and her AMH (Anti Mullerian Hormone) levels were too low to be of any use. My (seldom used, slightly rusty) logical side piped up “you’re young, never had bother getting up the pole – he only has to wave it in your general direction and the morning sickness kicks in – and your family is complete …” And the next thing I knew, I was putting myself forward!

Queue a million emails and text messages from Mrs Recipient to check I’m sure. Upon assuring her that yes, I am, we coordinate our diaries to go to the (gorgeous, hotel-like private) fertility clinic to have a small vial of  blood drawn for an AMH test of my own. In that tiny tube were pinned Mr and Mrs Recipient’s hopes of a family. I crossed my fingers and hoped that my assumptions and outward confidence about my own über-fertility were not misguided.

A nerve wracking week passed. I had my phone glued to my person at all times, and for once The Husband didn’t mind, instead looked on with a mixture of sympathy and expectation every time an email came in. Mrs Recipient sent me an email with the title “AMH Results”, and my heart jumped up into my mouth to get a front row seat to read it! It was a copy and paste of all the emails she’d sent to the clinic over the course of that day, which culminated in one line … “no results yet, I’ll let you know a soon as they tell me” … False alarm, stand down, panic over. The email came the next day though, my AMH level is 11, and I’m considered suitable to become an egg donor. And yes I did burst into Happy Tears!