It's Me, Lucy!

Can you see it?! 13th January 2014 - 1st day of 4th cycle (3rd full cycle). By now you know the deal! Injections, actions scans, trigger shots and egg collection. Coming round from sedation to be told we had collected 23 eggs should have been music to my ears but I knew this meant we had hyperstimulated once again and would have to freeze the embryos that fertilised! More waiting! I've said before that I was only happy when we were going through a cycle but that doesn't mean those times were easy. Hormones are not easy, emotions are not easy and inserting pessaries in manky portaloo's at Rod Stewart concerts is not easy but I was in control at these times and I like to be in control! One thing I was never in control of what how many eggs would fertilise and so again we awaited the call from the clinic with our news.  From 23 eggs 7 were fertilised. They managed to freeze 4. Not a bad effort, at least we had enough for a few more cycles. The waiting betw...

26th August 2013 - The first day of our 3rd cycle. This time it was a full cycle again but on what is called the "short protocol". This meant using a different drug called Menopur, which was not as strong as the Gonal F used in the first cycle which would hopefully reduce the risk of hyperstimulation. We started the injections once again and were booked in for an action scan on 2nd September 2013. I was injecting twice a day and hoping my body was responding in a more positive way and I didn't feel quite so bad this time round.  Our action scan showed only 1 good sized follicle and a few smaller ones developing but all in all, the clinic were happy with this. To me, it didn't seem much considering the previous collection had produced many many more and led to 21 eggs being collected however, I had complete trust in them that they knew what they were doing and afterall, I had over stimulated last time so maybe this was a much more normal number. Over the next few...

3rd June 2013 - the day after our miscarriage. The "what next" day! The day that built and broke relationships. The day I decided I needed someone to talk to! Someone that understood and someone that wasn't emotionally invested in us. News of our miscarriage had spread quickly through our close family and friends. Over the next few days we had visitors coming and going, some who didnt really know what to say or do to help and some who were able to give exactly what we needed. Everyone is different and how we cope is different. No one is right or wrong in the way they do it but for us, laughing and joking and being treated normally was all we wanted. I understood how difficult it was for those who love us to watch us go through our version of hell and it must have been very difficult to know what to say but I think some people worried more about how they felt about it than how we did. It was always so much harder for us believe me. That said, we were so luck...