Did I say this was easy?DH asked me last night as we relaxed at home, our babies safe inside me, so what was all the panic of the last week about? Well, let me recap.
Wednesday 28 February: First stim scan. Only 2 follicles. Must prepare for cycle to be cancelled, but double FSH dose and come back on Friday.
Friday 2 March: 2 good follicles and 2 smaller ones. 4 is the clinic's cut-off so must decide over weekend whether or not to proceed, with the likelihood that there will be nothing to transfer. Looks like I have an ovarian reserve problem as E2 is sky high, despite FSH being low. Discuss donor egg program with doc.
Monday 5 March: 3 good follicles, 1 smaller one. Let's do it.
Wednesday 7 March: 2 eggs collected. Slim chance of having anything to transfer but somehow still hopeful.
Thursday 8 March: The long, hard wait and then the best possible news - both eggs fertilise.
Friday 9 March: Another horrible wait to see if they make it through the night. And then the hardest part of all - waiting in agony for over an hour in the clinic with a bursting bladder. Nurse tells me to pee some out, I am in so much pain. Finally get to transfer a good 4 cell and a fragmented but still dividing 2 cell. See "the flash". Go home to relax with big smiles on our faces.
I'm still relaxing. At least I was until 7am when I was hit over the head with a plastic golf club by a 3 year old in an Ireland soccer strip, who wanted me to get up and watch the rugby. I will try to relax during the Scotland-Ireland match this afternoon. It's hard though, I'm very excited.