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Four days post egg transfer. I have to resist the urge to write in "forum speak" - all those abbreviations do my head in. Despite the fact that every little shift and groan within my body seems noteworthy at the moment, I am hopeful.
I feel pregnant - surely that's got to count for something? Right. Among a fairly hefty list of other things, I feel sick as a dog in the morning. No vomiting - probably because there's nothing left in my tummy by the morning, but genuinely queasy and car-sick feeling.
Anyway I'm trying not to dwell on it, it's early morning here and actually thinking about possibly being pregnant is the luxury I allow myself for getting out of bed at
The ART process went a lot better than I expected. The most difficult and stressful aspect of the whole process was getting to the early morning appointments and back again without inconveniencing anyone too much. A couple of notable times everyone was running late and we got back here more than an hour late - which made the Mums late. I was genuinely upset about that so on Thursday I gave them all a lovely bunch of roses and a little gift to help smooth out any ruffled feathers . Also to pave the way a little bit for any future treatment - make them feel a little more disposed to bearing with us through it all again.
The spray, the injections, the ultrasounds (yes the transvaginal type - every second day! woot), the egg pickup and the transfer all went textbook well. There were only two minor hiccups - one was that I took quite a long time to respond to the "Gonal F" which is the FSH or follicle stimulating hormone that "grows" all the follicles on your ovaries ready for the egg pickup.
The second was that despite getting 12 eggs! (12! I couldn't believe it when I woke up after the surgery) There was barely enough viable sperm to fertilize 10 eggs (so 2 were wasted straight off the bat), of that 10 only 4 took, 3 went to expanding blastocyst and 1 didn't make it.
So we have one currently (I was going to write swimming - but gah! we don't want him swimming, we want him burrowing nicely into my uterus) transferred and two frozen for next time.
Only 10 more days until I can pee on the stick.

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