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Two week wait, one week in

*Disclaimer – this post was not written this morning, I am deliberately posting these entries on different dates so that I can be fully open about this IVF stuff without people knowing exactly what is happening when. It’s a self preservation thing, with all of the injected hormones I become a bit of an emotional wreck, and am saving myself the pressure of people curious to know outcomes before I’m ready to tell.

You might think that the two week wait is a bit of a misnomer, surely there are better things to do than wait, even metaphorically, for a whole fortnight. Except it has gained it’s name because that’s exactly what it is. There is very little I can do to help things happen. I can keep up with my pills and injections, not drink alcohol or caffeine, not lift anything heavy, and a million other bits, but the main thing I have to do is wait. And try not to obsess.

The likelihood of any symptom of pregnancy hitting in before the day of the test is low, and even lower is the chance of me correctly recognising it. The amount of extra hormones I’ve been taking means that my body is all over the place in those terms anyway. I had morning sickness well before the embryos were transferred, and have felt bloated all the way through, and as for food cravings, anything salty especially Marmite and anchovies has been for the win for a few weeks now.

But all we can do is wait. I was never good at waiting. It’s so so frustrating, trying not to get our hopes up too high, but not being so cynical about our chances that negative thinking gets in the way. And it’s like all those many many times before, hoping that my period won’t come, knowing that it probably will, and trying not to think about it, but with something this big, that takes over this much of your life, what else is there to think about?

It always strikes me at this point that even with all the advances to modern science, most of this process is left to God. Yes I took injections to control my hormones and release the eggs at the right time, but God made the eggs, and the hormones that reacted at the right time. Yes the embryos were made in a petri-dish (no, it was never a test tube, test tube babies are a misnomer), but God alone knows how to fuse the eggs and sperm and make those potential bundles of life.  Yes, the embryos were treated with lasers, but hatched by God, and finally transferred back into my womb where God, if he so chooses can help them to implant (about a couple of days ago if it happened), and grow. The medications I am taking might help to support it, but God alone can make life.

This was made even clearer last night when the injection went a bit wrong and we reckon between a quarter and half of the fluid leaked straight back out of the injection site. We called the out of hours hotline to the consultant in a complete panic, his response was that we should do whatever we were comfortable with, another injection of a whole or half an ampoule, or leave it and do tomorrow’s injection as normal, basically we could do the injection every other day and it would still have the same effect. A lot of this ‘hard science’ is just guesswork, and we just have to trust that the clinic are working towards a common good, after all they have their statistics to think of as well as our happiness. Needless to say we took the option of leaving it until tonight for the next injection, one buttock stabbing per night is quite enough for me thanks. :)

As the clock struck 10…

*Disclaimer – this post was not written this morning, I am deliberately posting these entries on different dates so that I can be fully open about this IVF stuff without people knowing exactly what is happening when. It’s a self preservation thing, with all of the injected hormones I become a bit of an emotional wreck, and am saving myself the pressure of people curious to know outcomes before I’m ready to tell.

Last night’s injection was not one I looked forward to. As far as the physical injection went it was the easiest of the cycle so far, it comes in a pre-filled syringe, so it was just a case of removing it from the package, which had been kept in the fridge since it arrived by courier with the rest of the drugs oh, so long ago, pulling off the cap and stabbing it in as usual. the difficult part was the anticipation.

This particular injection is designed to make me ovulate, to release all of those eggs whose growth I have been stimulating so that they are ready to be “collected” tomorrow morning. As such it needs to be timed pretty precisely. Certainly no earlier than 10pm, preferably no later than 10:15, that quarter of an hour window doesn’t give any room for forgetting about it for a minute, or putting it off for five. Clearly a slight distraction was needed, so on went “The Talons of Weng-Chiang” (a classic Doctor Who episode with Tom Baker as The Doctor, and one we’d not seen before). The 25 minute episodes meant that we didn’t get too sucked in and forget about needles totally, but it was absorbing enough that the thought of not wanting to forget the injection didn’t take over the evening entirely.

So that part went fine, but the weekend has not been a total success. It’s amazing how eight little microscopic eggs can make me feel so bloated, but I’m feeling constantly like I just ate a Christmas dinner with second helpings of everything. My appetite for pretty much everything other than Marmite on Toast has been significantly reduced, so the strapline on this blog is more true than ever. So, until tomorrow morning I am wearing the loosest clothes I can get away with and catching up with trashy fiction, brainless telly and silly games on my Nintendo DS. I’m on an order of nil by mouth after midnight tonight, not a problem at all.

A toast to the USA

It’s great here. For those of you that don’t know, I’m in Pittsburgh for the week, trailing after my super intelligent other half, and scouting out church-based hot dog restaurants. As a tribute to this change of location you will notice the steel theme, to celebrate Pittburgh’s industrial past (and present), and also the name change, more about which in about 2 sentences time.

Some things of note for people of a similar disposition to me when staying in America:

1) Don’t even bother looking for the Marmite. Instead, embrace maple syrup as a wonderful breakfast food stuff, but make the most of it, as it’s too expensive to have every day for breakfast in the UK.

2) It is possible to make tea in a coffee maker. As long as you put a few jugfuls of water through first to flush it through. Do take your own teabags though, and you’ll probably have to buy your own milk too, as coffee creamer is an abhorrence in tea. (photos may well follow soon of the coffee maker-turned-teapot in our room)

3) Cheap dvds – yes it is possible to get dvds in the states for about half the UK price. No, it is not worth scouring Downtown Pittsburgh for a decent dvd store when you can get them delivered to your hotel from most decent online dvd stores. More choice, less hassle, order enough and it’s free postage.

4) If you attempt to try every exciting or interesting foodstuff that you have not tasted before you will make yourself ill. Pace yourself, and save it for the really good stuff.

5) Even though food is cheap and plentiful here, do not over-order. You will make yourself ill. Pace yourself, and save it for the really good stuff.

Great things about Pittsbugh

– It’s very friendly, people actually say hi in the street
– The weather is great, lovely and warm, but not too oppressive (this point is subject to change)
– free internet access just about everywhere you go
– great food and plenty of it
– great cookware shops
– fantastic tacky shops – taking tacky to a whole new level
– wonderful, cheap museums, not been to all that many yet, but again that will change.
– street names engraved on the corner of the paving stones at junctions, great navigation for people like me that never look up when they walk around.
– very impressive skyscrapers, even the old buildings are really tall, even the fountains are really tall.
– hot dogma, as Rhys has mentioned elsewhere (see link at top of this post)

Not so great things about Pittsburgh
– too much coffee, not enough tea
– crossing roads (traffic signals, where they exist do not apply to turning vehicles, and any solid metal vehicle will take priority over a mere squishy pedestrian)
– toilets are scary, they flush with a vengeance, and very, very loudly
– tv is bad, with too many ads, and no Neighbours (although I do have that recording at home, obviously) to emphasise the quality of the tv here, I should point out that Deal or no Deal is a prime time TV event here, and the most watchable thing.
– It’s quite dusty here, there’s building work going on everywhere
– Last but not least, I have to type on Rhys’ laptop, which I can’t type on – apologies for any inadvertent typos as a result of this (rather than the usual common or garden bad spelling)

I don’t want to finish on a bad note, I love Pittsburgh. Provided you bring your own tea the USA is a great place to be, I’m not sure I’ll want to come home as soon as we’ll have to – but that’s the nature of holidays.

Kiss Me Quick, Squeeze Me Slowly…

Squeezy marmite? Can fully understand the phasing out of the smallest jars though – I mean, what’s the point?

Nice joke on Maggi’s blog.

I’ve just finished reading ‘Behind the Scenes at the Museum’ by Kate Atkinson. Great book, a cast of thousands and lots of untimely deaths, but ultimately uplifting.

Surprisingly uplifting also was our Saturday morning viewing of ‘Trainspotting’ we chose life. We also chose to make a fantastic ‘lemon ice cream tart on a ginger nut base’, basic recipe from Nigel Slater, double quantities of brandy from the lodger.

Thanks to those who replied to my Zen tagging, Alice, you didn’t mess up sweetie, lots of zen/psychic hugs beaming your way that you can absolutely trade in for real ones when I see you and Baby B next, I would suggest going to the swings but it’s peeing it down and I need to think about starting dinner.

Oooh almost forgot, neighbours season finale today, catch it at 5:35, new exciting credits start tomorrow. We all have to have our little obsessions ;P

Can you pass 3rd Grade?

I would argue that as an England-educated person, I’m at a slight disadvantage, but after some slight practice (no, I’m not telling you how much) I can pass this test. Thanks to Lori, via Caren via the wibsite front page for that one.

Due to the number of readers of this blog looking for pictures of Marmite, I did the decent thing and took a photo of some Marmite, however before I could upload the image onto the computer, Rhys wandered off with the digital camera, if you are looking for such a picture, rest assured it will be here within the week. Unless we’re moving next week (vaguely likely), in which case it may have to wait a while.