Here we go again...

AF finally arrived, with a vengeance, yesterday evening.

I'm now looking forward to a day snuggled up with a hot water bottle and painkillers. Our last "innocent" AF before IVF. 31 days until injections, scans, tests, waiting rooms and more scans begins...

I collect my drugs on January 10th and discuss things with our nurse, which if I'm honest seems a bit pointless, I've started the process once, I hope she doesn't make me practise injecting cardboard bedpans and mixing again.

I feel like I'm in a big rubber raft and I'm so close to the edge of the waterfall I'm starting to panic, part of me just wants an even bigger paddle so I can start paddling back the other way to calmer waters, the other half of me wants to just jump over the falls and get it over and done with and wait for the calmer water at the bottom.

2014 don't you DARE let me down!

Thanks brain...

Last night, for the first time in ages, I had one of those "IVF isn't going to work. You're never going to be a Mum" staring at the ceiling from 2.30am kinda nights. Needless to say sleep has evaded me for the majority of the night.

You'd be surprised how many times one woman can google "tenaculum and IVF success" or "clamped cervix and IVF" between the hours of 2.30am and 7am!! I wonder if there's a current record..??

Help!!!

Can't. Stop. Eating.


....or drinking.

Merry Christmas!!

Edit: AF hasn't arrived, it appeared to be a case of one of spotting. Great. So AF is now 4 days late, obviously only because this throws our IVF start date off.

Good bye 2013!!!

To say I can't wait to see the end of this year would be an understatement. It has been our annus horribilis, as Queenie would say.

We've had;

1) 7 month delay in treatment starting
2) Last New Years in hospital with stomach pain, which I now know was gallstones, but the hospital told me it was self inflicted as I had drank alcohol over Christmas with a known stomach ulcer
3) delayed start to IUI
4) cancellation of IUI and transfer straight to IVF
5) very successful start to our first IVF cycle
6) hospitalisation with severe liver infection caused by gallbladder misbehaving
7) indefinite wait for Gallbladder removal and all treatment on hold
8) another emergency admission to hospital with another severe liver infection and blocked duct - GALLBLADDER REMOVED!!

However, in the past 2 months things have started looking up.

1) Trip to North Africa
2) gallbladder gone!
3) new job, which so far I love.
4) start date for IVF número dos
5) birthday trip to Poland booked

So going into 2014 the future is looking a little brighter. Which is great! We have little over 5 weeks until IVF begins so my fingers are, obviously, tightly crossed.

Currently my body is having some sort of hormonal disaster. I'm 10 DPO, boobs are so painful and full I can't wear a bra, had AF cramps one and off for the past 5 days and my cervix is so painful sex is not possible. Obviously I'm not pregnant, but it's like my body is using it's left over supplies of progesterone to bring in the new year! I just want to put a bra on, body!

I read an extremely humbling blog post the other day, that I just had to share. It was written by one of our students at the medical school (she publicised her blog) who is battling her second cancer at the age of 25 (my age), and gives her view on the infertility she suffers because of her chemo and radiotherapy

"To add to the misery of this week, I started to have menstrual pain. I feel slightly awkward talking about this because I generally don't go around announcing my menstrual cycle to the world; however, one of the things I promised myself when I started this blog was to talk openly about the hard issues, the tough issues and yes, the slightly embarrassing/taboo issues. The other reason why I'm going to let you into this world is that it is relevant to the next stage of treatment and recovery. 

I've been on a tablet for the last nine months that stops the menstrual cycle; it effectively tricks your body into thinking that it is already pregnant, via hormones, so that the body doesn't ovulate again and bleed. I was on this tablet to avoid bleeding during the treatment as my blood counts were low and I would have obviously the intensity of the overall pain experience was compounded by the headache factor. 

After stopping the drug, the next step is to wait and see if the periods return. If they come back, it does not mean that I am fertile, but what it does mean is that my body is producing oestrogen and progesterone which is a good thing. Conversely, if they don't restart, then those hormones will not be produced. This is bad for two main reasons. Firstly, I will go into early menopause; and secondly I will be at high risk of osteoporosis at a young age. The treatment for this is Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT). However, it is likely that even if I am producing those hormones, I will not be producing enough of them which will mean going onto HRT anyway. I have my reservations about HRT but there is no other alternative. In the next few weeks, I will be referred to the Early Menopause Clinic to start this discussion. 

This topic is one that I have tried not to think about since I made the decision not to go through egg harvesting. But, alas, it seems that the time has come to reopen this very painful can of worms. It was a hard and terrible decision to make. One of the reasons was because it felt, and to some extent still feels, like I was choosing to be infertile rather than take the risk to at least have a chance to have children of my own.  I still feel numb talking about this subject because it is so overwhelming and heartbreaking. But I know as time goes by, I will start to grieve again little by little and find healing in the process. 

I absolutely adore children. I know that adoption will be the way forward and I know that I will love that child completely but there is still sadness that lingers. I feel this most when I see my beautiful niece on the odd occasion. I love her and I love seeing her, I wish I could see her more. But it is always bitter sweet. That is when the emotion rises, even just thinking about her brings me to tears as it has done now. I find myself shouting at God, telling Him that He knows perfectly well how much I love children. He knows I would teach them about Him, introduce them to Him and His great Love. He knows that I would be a good mother. So why is it that He would see fit to take that gift away from me at such a young age and allow child abusers to have babies left, right and centre? 

I was thinking about all the women in the Bible who were barren. For quite a number of them, God blessed them with children when all hope was lost. People say this too me to try and encourage me. It doesn't, in fact it's rather annoying. This is for two reasons. Firstly, I already know and believe that God works against all the odds. Secondly, having a blood born child is not my idol. I have submitted my life and my will to God because I trust Him and I know, from a lot of experience that His way is the best way. So if it is His will for me to be barren, then so be it. It hurts, but I trust Him way more than it hurts. 

I bring up these Biblical women because there is another side to the story that I think is overlooked. When the women are sorrowful, it is always, I think, in relation to not being able to give their husband a child, not the fact that they themselves are barren. Invariably, I would take the perspective that their sorrow was mainly due to their status and identity as a women that was prominent in that time and culture. But I see it differently now. I feel their pain. I mourn with them. It is not about status or womanhood. It's not about carrying on the family name. I don't know what it is, I can't put my finger on it. I then wondered to myself if I would think of or love my husband less if the situation was reversed. Absolutely not. But somehow, the thought of not being able to give my husband a child is equally as painful as knowing that I can't have any children. I don't know but maybe it's something to do with, what has happened to me is also affecting him. But then, isn't that what happens in marriage; you are one? Maybe is a small reflection of the part of me that wants to protect others from the hurt and pain that has so burdened me; I don't want to go through this, but I certainly don't want anyone else to be affected because of this. Maybe it's knowing that I wont be able to share a child with him? I don't know. I'm just speculating, but not too well, its hard to see clearly through the tears.

Even though the pain is still present now and intense; deep down, I think I know the answer. Adoption is at the centre of Gods' heart. We are His children because He adopted us. I've always asked Him to share more of His heart with me, and haven't always like the result. Maybe what has happened is bigger than I can see right now, maybe the plan is much bigger than what my current circumstances are at the moment. Maybe God will give me a house full of children; each one saved from an abusive home and redeemed in a loving family. Maybe, just maybe. What do children who have a terrible start to life need? The need love. They need to be taught and introduced to God and His love for them. What they need is a good mother"

Stari died on December 18th 2013 of her illness. What a slap back into reality.

A very happy and healthy Christmas and New year to all the friends who have stood by me unconditionally and provided support during the darkest of days. Whether you are still battling infertility or are facing the new battle of motherhood after infertility, you have all my love for 2014.

Xxxx

Finally Apple comes through!

I got so excited by this discovery I needed to share! 

Throughout my life I've often received texts from ex-boyfriends, ex-friends, random numbers etc...and me and my friends have often wondered if there is a block mechanism, and we're told the phone company can block but that's about it.

Well I recently learnt that the newest iphone update means you can block contacts from calling and texting...COMPLETELY! 

The only downside to this is the person you've blocked has no idea you've blocked them, all of their messages send as usual etc...so when I accidentally blocked my friend, neither her not I realised until she confronted me about not responding to her messages. 

The simple things in life provide me with such pleasure. 

In they news it's my last week at work before the Christmas break and I'm exhausted, ill and just simply worn out. So excited for the break. Still no tree up in the house and still not Christmas presents bought....I do this every year! We literally have this coming Saturday to get everyone's gifts and that's it...wish me luck!! 

Xx

Life is full of surprises

I have been panicking so much about work and IVF that I've barely slept all weekend. After waking up this morning, having only slept 60-90mins at a time, I decided enough was enough and I HAD to get it off my chest before I made myself poorly.

I walked into the office at 8.45 and after taking off my coat and loading up my computer, strolled over to my bosses desk and asked if she had a minute so I could chat with her about something. Off we went to the private office and I explained that we had been TTC for, nearing 4 years, IVF was now our only option and we were due to begin in February (I told a little white lie and said I didn't know until this weekend)

...and after all my panic? My stand in manager is just starting her first cycle of IVF and was actually having her baseline bloods taken this morning before coming into work.

I can take as much time as I need, and she's given me her mobile number so I can let her know about my absence at short notice. She explained these were hospital appointments, so I wouldn't be expected to use any of my holiday entitlement and to take time to deal with the psychological, as well as physical aspects of treatment. I told her I was hoping to take as little time off as possible, and she said I would need at least a week after my EC as she wouldn't expect me to travel in after that.

Massive relief is an understatement.

The second countdown begins...

After a very hectic 3 weeks in my new job, I finally had a quiet-ish afternoon yesterday and my mind turned to IVF and breaking it to the new boss.

Deep down I know they're going to be really unhappy about treatment and time off (I had to take a days holiday for a dental appointment...) and I also don't currently have a manager. My manager left the day I started, and her replacement isn't starting until March 3rd, which will be after our first cycle.

My new manager has previously worked for the company, and doesn't have a good reputation...and he's a man, who apparently hates working with woman and has had complaints placed against him from female employees in the past (How he has been re-employed I don't know!) so needless to say, I'm not overly keen on how he's going to react to my baby-challenged ways. Sigh.

Given that I only have a 'stand in' manager until then, and I don't really want an office full of people I barely know knowing all about treatment, I've skipped the middle men and gone straight to our head of HR for some 'confidential' advice. I'm waiting to hear back from her...

I'm getting more panicky about this, so I think next week I'll finally tell people. They do have an IVF policy anyway, which claims the university prides itself on being 'sensitive' and 'empathetic' to those going through fertility treatments...lets see!

This lead me to getting the calendar out this morning and calculating that if AFs are on time (fingers crossed they have been so far) that IVF begins in 6 weeks! ARGH only 6 weeks!!! I have 2 weeks left at work, then 10 days off for Christmas, then I return to work on 3rd January and IVF is due to start around the 28th. This is going to go so quickly.

I've also calculated the if it works, baby briggs will have an EDD of 4th November 2014, and I will be eligible for maternity pay and 52 weeks off work with a job to return to...although I'm trying to keep  pessimistic edge to this....honest :)