Perhaps IVF is the answer?

For any couple who are trying for a baby will know the feeling of test day! My heart full of hope as I rip open that clear blue in Sainsbury’s disabled toilet not wanting to wait till I got home. Some days I took more than one test and tried to hide the box from my husband who thought I was nuts!
All my friends announced their honeymoon pregnancies and little ‘accidents’ with a light hearted ‘It just happened on the first time’ and ‘We weren’t even trying’ Yeah I didn’t need to know that but cheers.
After a year and a half of ovulation kits my consultant suggested IVF was a possibility for us and it was heartrending. I always pictured the IVF patient as being much older like 45, career woman who lives in Sutton who just never got round to having a family. I was 28 and didn’t see this coming- It’ not in my life plan you see.
University degree and 3 fantastic years of fun- check
3 Bedroom house in sort after village- check
Loving husband who wants the same things as me- check
Cool job that I actually enjoy- check
Can I have a lovely baby now please- no waiting? No?
We finally walked into our clinic and I was pleasantly surprised to see some under 30’s!
No one talks or even looks at one another in the waiting room but I observed joyfully that most of the couples were young like us and I couldn’t help but wonder what their story was and how they were coping.
I need to tell you now that our first cycle didn’t work- After a week of crying and depression ‘why me’ blah blah blah we signed up for cycle number 2.
I started hormone injections on New Year’s Day 09 with mammoth excitement and anticipation of the thought that we were young and why wouldn’t it work?
On day 10 the hormones really kicked as I struggled to cope with constant mood swings and bouts of uncontrollable crying. I distinctly remember one occasion when the dishwasher was full and it felt like the end of the world. Yes the dishwasher.
How was I going to unload this after what I’ve been through? One phone call to my stressed trader friend in Canary Warf and we were both in fits of laughter! The crazy bitch hormones really were on form that week.
I always took the piss out of my mother’s menopausal hot flushes- not anymore! I was experiencing them up to 8 times a day.
As my husband took off on a work conference I moved the injection kit and myself into my folks place for a bit of TLC.
My tummy was sore from the jabs and I was off the booze so nights out with the few remaining friends who didn’t have babies just weren’t pleasurable anymore.
I felt like I didn’t sign up for this shit
Recovering from egg collection was the most painful few days I’ve experienced. My best friend took me back for implantation where I lay on the bed with my pedicured feet in stirrups (Anything to make yourself feel nice at this point is worth doing) as I waited for my little embryo’s to be inserted into my uterus. We decided after the first cycle was unsuccessful we would play Russian roulette and implant 2 this time.
The consultant asked ‘Would I mind a student observing?’- What some spotty nosed youth? – ‘Yeah why not just get me preggers and make sure they don’t fall out when I stand up’
In walks a 24 year old George Clooney lookalike-Tall, Handsome, sexy. And in the line of sight of you know what. Not my best moment- My mate seemed amused though as I tried to grasp one single element of looking demure and lovely, legs a kimbo!
As we left the clinic all I could think about was that we were going to be one of the lucky ones. After driving to the church where we got married to say a little embryo prayer (All my idea- my husband would never go for any of that shit) we went home to start the anxious two week wait.

So as I type this you are probably wondering what happened- I’m currently 10 days away from my due date- Tired, fed up, huge but that’s another blog!
Success at last, I’m expecting one healthy baby on January 30th
In conclusion all the night sweats, humiliations and dishwasher tantrums were 100% worth it!