Monday morning 8 am – I began taking the prerequisite Progynova (estradiol valerate, a prodrug of the natural human oestradiol).Â The donor recipient cycle plan prescribed I take 3 x 2mg per day.
Monday morning 11.30 am – the headache began. These hormonal headaches are, I am sure, familiar to most IVFers. They donâ€™t disable me and put me in hospital (like migraines have been known to) nor do they cause as much discomfort as say, my standard sinus headache. They are there, and act as a constant reminder that we are again trying to conceive.
Monday mid-afternoon Wobbles made the mistake of commenting â€œthe medication couldnâ€™t possibly be affecting you yet!â€ He wonâ€™t be doing that again.
The headache hadnâ€™t lifted by our Wednesday morning appointment to see Dr Loverley. Continue reading Hitch-hiking through a tour of infertility
Time is the enemy of the IVFer in more ways than one. It erodes our reproductive longevity. It also robs us of our confidence in our remaining fertility.
Doctor Loverly’s â€œLet’s get you pregnant!â€ statement was still ringing in my ears, when the new-found baby hope â€“ which was purely a result of finding a wonderful anonymous egg donor â€“ began to show some cracks. Continue reading Time and donor egg cycler
Lately I have spent far too much time contemplating the ART scrapheap.
Another predictably downbeat appointment with the fertility specialist, more delays and a 45th birthday end date looming large has brought Lifeslurper to even more reflection. I suspect that this time even Wobblesâ€™ unfailing optimism has been brought to heel.
Our baby is floating further out of reach.
Tori Amos once sang; â€œYou think thereâ€™s heaven where some screams have gone?â€ I now wonder if there is a place for all those who have valiantly tried (and failed) IVF. Perhaps What Becomes of the Broken Hearted is a more appropriate lyric?
Continue reading The ART Dung Heap