Monday morning 8 am – I began taking the prerequisite Progynova (estradiol valerate, a prodrug of the natural human oestradiol). 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 don’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 “the medication couldn’t possibly be affecting you yet!” He won’t be doing that again.
The headache hadn’t lifted by our Wednesday morning appointment to see Dr Loverley. Continue reading Hitch-hiking through a tour of infertility
The ancient society of Hormonia - Sailing down the Progesterone River, by the Temple of Syneronium
So here we are.
It has taken a very long and arduous effort, but we are back. Round Five of IVF is about to dawn.
In the last few weeks there has been the inevitable lead up.
Suspecting we have been numbed by all ART has brought us so far, other big important life events such as the long overdue release of Wobbles’ book got kind of lost in the maelstrom that is life immediately prior to a new cycle.
Continue reading Two Days and counting before IVF Liftoff
Everyday I rejoice at my good fortune at meeting the delightful Wobbles. Seems we are a pretty good fit. So we met when I’d endured close to the twenty years of lonely single living punctuated with a progressively worse group of waster, loser, user, liar, and scoundrel men.
Before I happened upon Wobbles, I had finally accepted my fate; I had to take care of myself and my own future. I needed to look to things that would – as I faced my forties – be good for me. Eventually I realised the men I chose where a direct reflection on how I had become to view myself. No wonder I was being mistreated and had grown accustomed to living without respect.
Continue reading Resisting the IVF struggle
Well it is now over a month since our latest IVF cycle not so much ended with a bang, but died with a whimper. Wobbles and I are still scratching our heads as to which way to go. We are officially on the clinic’s donor egg top 100 list, languishing somewhere near the end of that number. The marching on of time means we are compelled to keep trying with our own eggs, and hope we turn up a non-‘degenerate’ one or eventually are in receipt of a donated version.
Continue reading Turning to Dorothy the Dinosaur and Thomas the Tank Engine
