The whole IVF stuff is surreal as it is, but after a positive result it’s just weird! During the cycle you go to the clinic about twice a week for bloods and scans – then the 2WW (2 week wait) is bad enough, as you don’t have ANY contact with the clinic. Zilch, Nada!
You go back for the blood test, phone in for the result during lunch and then get your result … in our case it was mostly negatives, one low number positive (which then went up and resulted in an m/c in 2007 at week 6 (?) ). This time of course huge number (pointing towards twins) – and then you’re on your own. Feels weird, actually, I felt quite lost!
5 blinking weeks to cover time before you go in for a scan!!! Time enough to drive desperate people mental, really!!
Think if I’d at least more “signs” (only had headaches and the telltale “chest” signs) I wouldn’t have been that bad … but with NO morning sickness I felt something was missing!!
Well… scan was the same day as my first day back at work… so we went there, got through the routine – and then we saw the first sac – with a heartbeat!!! WOW! What a sight and feeling!!! Thought that was it (and would have been happy), but no, the Doc said “and there’s the other one!” – and a strong heartbeat as well. Little flickering lights! We were both stunned!!
Got the instruction leaflet for the midwife service and then were kinda “released” into the “normal pregnancy world”. EFREC won’t see us again (unless things go wrong and we have to do it all again – touch wood it won’t happen, but after 5 years I’m quite tentative with being positive).
All the nurses who went along with us on our IVF trail of 5 years came to congratulate – it’s really funny, you get to know the people and it’s nice to see them again and again … it’s like family in a way. They all wished us all the best and said we deserved it. And we have to go back and show off the little ones after birth – they all insisted on that.
Well… now it’s another blinking wait until week 12 for the “official scan” (and I so hope that both beans hold on!) and I have to make arrangements to meet my appointed midwife ….
Again – it’s a long wait, with no “holding hands” by nurses etc … feeling lost. And I don’t want to tell work until week 12 - although a couple of colleagues know – Doug and I have the rule that if people ask how the IVF went they’ll get told. If you don’t ask, you don’t get told.