Friday 30th January 2009

Cooooor blimey, the journey up to Hammersmith was like a dream, and a lot easier then last week. There was no torrential rain and huge down pours. We left at 6am and we were standing outside the IVF unit by 6.50am with six other women waiting for the doors to open. I am a stickler for being on time, I hate being late and find it very rude. So this morning I was nice and chilled as we were up there, and waiting for them. Great mission one complete.
On to mission two then. We were invited into a spare consulting room and we explained to the nurse what we were there for. “oh yes, day 5 Gonal F blood test“, she said as she looked at her computer screen. So I rolled my sleeve up and got comfy in the chair while the fertility nurse tapped at my veins. She knew as well as I did, Huuummmm, problem patient . Yes I have veins that like to hide, and HIDE well. So after a few minutes of tapping and squeezing she went for it. “Just a slight scratch” she said so sweetly with a little smile, she then plunged this great big needle in my sleeping vein. And that was the exact time when I wanted to punch her right in the face. But instead I politely replied “That’s fine”, whist my body runs cold and the blood rushes straight to my head, and then the little twinkling star float gently past my eyes. Oh I did feel a bit……… queasy!!! However I still sit there with a friendly little smile, thinking oh what a nice lady she is. Fuck me!!! That really hurt today, I confessed to Ross as we walked back to the car.
Now on to mission Three, which is the hardest of them all. A whole day of waiting for the phone to ring. Well in our case hoping that it don’t. You see the hospital will ring me by 4pm if there is a problem with my blood. We are hoping that my oestrogen levels are right where they should be?, a bit technical for me, but as I said if they are ok I won’t get a phone call.
Hummmmm, well I did get the phone call, “Hello Mrs Elliott, so and so from Hammersmith IVF unit, are you able to talk?” My heart dropped and suddenly my dream of being a mummy was in that second, sounding very distant ONCE AGAIN.
“Yes” I said in a quite husky voice. Not wanting him to answer, I tried to bury my head in my hands and I wanted to cry. “Well Mrs Elliott just a quick call to ask if you had booked your scan for Tuesday” Once again a little “yes” came out very quietly as I replied to him. “Great, I will look forward to seeing you on Tuesday then” he replied. “oh hummm, ok then………So were my bloods ok?” “Yes perfect”, he replied and that was that.
I put the phone down and thought well why the bloody hell have you just rung me then? I took a deep breath and realised the panic was over and mission three was complete, but with a little hurdle in between. What great news and I am feeling extremely lucky, what a relief. So another stage of the IVF can be ticked off, and I can really concentrate on eating my boiled eggs for a few more days, Lovely, yum, yum.