Monday 5th January 2009

My eyes were so sore from all the crying the night before, and I tried to pull the clear liquid into the syringe but my vision kept going blurry. I was so unprepared , you see the night before I wasn’t even having this IVF and I was leaving my husband, who is the most caring and understanding man you could ever meet. I was saying and thinking the worst irrational things which were horrible. The thing was I was scared.
I shook my head and blinked a few times to regain my vision, and pulled the Buserlin from the bottle into the syringe. Right ……..up to 7 and then flick and push back up to 0.5, ok then…… right I can do this, Great I was set and ready. Now, err, lets do it. Hummmm, shit I can’t, so my husband took it from me and stabbed it into my stomach. It wasn’t that bad at all. Job done, well for today anyway. This was the start of it, with lots more jabs and scans and ops to go.
I then opened the curtains and what a beautiful sight, it was completely white with soft untouched fallen snow, and suddenly things seemed a lot less stressful