Thursday 22nd January 2009

I jumped out of bed this morning like I had shit myself. I rudely shouted at Ross to get him up, “Come on GET UP…………. NOW lets go”, bless him his alarm hadn’t even gone off, and I was up and raring to go. I was so excited, not sure how I could be so excited about having a large probe shoved up my lady bits, and then it prodding and poking my poor ovaries, but hey, I was so………… HURRY UP.
We trundled up the motorway in the pouring rain and dark, you see it was still only 6am, but we needed to get there for 7.20am, and I just needed to get there because I wanted to see if the injections had worked. 17 Days of poking me with a needle every morning, it had better of worked. Oh god the anticipation was killing me. People could say I am impatient but I have been waiting 9 and half years. I was so bloody excited, in the car I kept saying over and over again “next stage please, next stage please”, my poor hubby really does put up with a lot at times, bless him. All he could do was giggle at me, properly thinking she really is mad.
On our arrival we were greeted by a doctor who took us straight into one of the scanning rooms, and before he had even drown the curtain my jeans were down round my ankles and my knickers were coming off. See I have had this scan so many times over the years that I knew the drill by now, and I was so excited I couldn’t wait to see what my ovaries looked like.
I put my legs in the stirrups and he inserted the probe, God that jelly stuff is always so bloody cold, there must be a way of warming it up first. As soon as he had angled it to my left ovary I could see…………YES………..hey presto it has all been worth it. I knew straight away because my ovaries are normally lumpy and bumpy but this time it was perfectly oval, and sleeping like a baby. He then angled the scanning probe over onto my right ovary and this one was completely dormant, he was hibernating. Then the words I had been hoping for “yes Mrs Elliott you are now ready to begin the second set of drugs”. Woooooooooh wooh, I would have jumped off the table and kissed , him if I hadn’t been a bit tied up and exposed.
I was then seen by a nurse who talked us both though the new drug and how to use it. You see the Gonal F comes in a pen needle and you have to turn things and press things and Oh dear it is a bit confusing, we have to set the dosage on it and everything, oh and we can’t waste a drop because each pen is £400 and I have been given two, so SHIT no pressure then.