So, I’m back on the down regulation train. Good thing DR isn’t hideous and I hate it right? Right.
It all started in wonderfully traumatising style on Tuesday. I got up and did my injection – no problems with that – then in the afternoon I went into the clinic (I decided on Lister BTW) for a blood test for genetic karyotyping (I don’t know either), counselling and then an endo scratch. Waited 45 mins for the blood test (much longer than I ever waited with the NHS?!), then went into the counselling session.
DH and I had a session at Guy’s after our first failed cycle which we didn’t really find very helpful. The woman was annoying and just kept saying “and how does that make you feel?”…I know how it makes me feel lady – shit! Tell me how to not feel shit!
This time I went on my own and it was better. She obviously can’t make it all ok, and all the practical suggestions she had I already do, but I think it helped. We talked a bit about other options…about ‘looking over the edge’ of this never working which was weirdly helpful in a way….upsetting, but helpful. I have wonderful support in my mum and sister but whenever I mention my fears about it not working I’m hit with denial from them. As my mum always says “we’re not there yet”, and we’re not but I’m a project manager by trade. It’s my job to plan and I can’t stop my brain thinking of every eventuality. I’ve had 3 failed implantations. I’ve never been pregnant. My sister had 6 miscarriages. There is a very real possibility this is never going to happen for me. It breaks my heart to think of it but I have to.
We make ‘perfect embryos’ and because my womb looks ‘perfect’ but clearly isn’t – the only real options will be surrogacy or adoption (that’s a whole other post). I’ve had NK tests done at this new clinic and they’re putting me on steroids among other things but…well, I’m not full of hope. (As a side note: all those doing IVF check that your clinic does all the tests you’d need if using a surrogate. A friend had IVF a few years ago, had a baby and got some frosties. Now due to health issues she needs a surrogate to have another child and the HFEA are saying because she wasn’t tested for chlamydia and gonorrhoea she can’t use her frosties…better to have an iron clad plan B even if you don’t think you’ll need it.)
Anyway, I digress. After the counselling I was feeling rather emotional obviously and then had to wait for 45 mins for my endo scratch. Whilst waiting an ex-patient came in with her baby…she didn’t have an appointment, just came in to see the nurses. I understand you are grateful but…..THIS IS NOT OK….EVER…..EVER!! About 5 nurses gathered around the baby and cooed over it for 20mins, including the nurse who finally called me for my endo scratch. Couldn’t help but think that at least half the delay was due to cooing…did not help my mental state. Trying desperately not to cry whilst a fairly elderly, but kindly gentleman has his hands in your hooha is not what I’d choose as a fun activity on a Tuesday afternoon but the actual ‘scratch’ was quick and not too painful…less painful than the cooing.
The rest of my week was also fairly hideous as I was crazy busy at work, rushing home, cooking dinner for the three 15 year old dance students I had staying with me and then carrying on working until 11pm. And then repeat. Ugh.
At least I spent Saturday at an amazing Hindu wedding, in a saree which was brilliant if rather difficult to keep the saree in place! It was so much fun and so colourful but a long day and by Sunday I felt like I’d been run over by a bus. Ahh DR exhaustion, it’s been a while.