Hope Springs Eternal

I know I know, I’ve been away for ages. And unfortunately, I do not return triumphant, ready to launch my blog of obsessive pregnancy anxiety, or write a press release for my new parenting book. Alas, the treatment failed.  And not only that, but after I had some (brief) respite by getting a boyfriend (wonders…

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Treatment Over. Complete with Simulated Walk of Shame for Authenticity

So the IUI is over, and I am going crazy all over these internets. The current fear is that the IUI was done too soon, given that it took place less than 24 hours after I had taken the so-called “trigger” shot (I confess I had absolutely no idea how this would work, and lay…

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Fatal Stabbing?

Aargh another needle-related disaster! Just as I was starting to think I was getting good at it as well.  Just stick the thing in and it doesn’t even hurt. I FORGOT TO PINCH MY BELLY BEFORE INJECTING!!!! Not just today, but possibly yesterday as well (can’t remember). And now my ovaries hurt. Surely this means…

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In the words of the great Eminem, I’m Back I’m on the Rack and Ovulating

Loving the drama. It is expensive though. Went for a scan at the clinic today-first one since I started taking the medication a week ago.  It turns out that I have indeed over-responded, and the drugs have miraculously resulted in four follicles (weird, to think that something I just stuck in my stomach each night…

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“Yes, I am familiar with Epipens.”

And so it begins. Everything got off to a good start, i.e. despite everything seeming so easy in the clinic with the nurse explaining to me how to use the Gonal F pen and how she made it all look so simple, just like taking a lid off a felt tip pen and writing with…

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Stop Press: Wholesome New Me Turns Down Night Out in Walkabout

Yet again it is 9.30pm on a Saturday night and I am sprawled on the sofa at home, alone, looking up Wikipedia entries on little-known European royals of the eighteenth century through my ovulatory phase rather than-as we would all doubtless be doing-having passionate baby-making sex with someone really, really hot. Desperate text messages have…

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The Curse of the Missing Email

Aargh. Haven’t been able to sort out the sperm donor admin (yes, there is “admin”) as you need to print off the donor information and sign it and send it back to the clinic. God this is complicated. So as I don’t have a printer I opted to send the email order to my work…

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I am having an alcoholic baby. Or not. Eighty per cent not, to be precise.

Well, yesterday was the momentous day that I finally chose my donor. I chose him on the basis that he sounded the most fun, and some of them sounded frankly a bit worthy and serious, with their Christian beliefs and all that.  This bloke was an atheist. He also sounded like someone who probably enjoyed…

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Physical Illnesses: 0 (v.g.): Mental illnesses: Innumerable

Well I picked up my test results from the GP today and it appears that I do not have any of the following: HIVChlamydiaHepatitis BHepatitis C Result. I felt so smug at the fact that I am officially STD-free that I actually toyed with the idea of taking a vow of chastity to preserve this…

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Walking Around London Carrying a Phone

Day 1 of my period. I know, that’s officially Too Much Information, but it’s only going to get worse, I can assure you. Tried to phone the clinic today as they said to call on the first day of my period, but of course my period would be awkward and start on a Saturday, when…

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