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 has led to such fecundity). So naturally, if they were to go ahead and inseminate, there is the chance that I would end up with quads.
Not quite the ideal scenario.
So they won’t go ahead, and I was give the bittersweet choice of cancelling the whole thing, or having some of the follicles aspirated. The latter is obviously the more expensive, but having come this far I didn’t fancy having to start all over again, so aspiration it is.
What is more weird is that the medication has speeded up one’s regular bodily rhythms somewhat and despite my having thought I had another week to languish around waiting for my follicles to grow, it now appears that they are quite literally ready to pop, and hence I need to be inseminated tomorrow.
This rapidly put paid to my previous plan of hopping on a train down to Devon tonight for a wedding tomorrow. O the drama. And, since one of my friends had driven off to Devon with my suitcase (this was planned, she didn’t just steal it) I am now stuck in London sans toothbrush, retainers (AARRGGH. WHAT IF MY TEETH SUDDENLY SPRING BACK INTO THEIR PRE-BRACE-LIKE STATE I.E. CROOKED AND HIDEOUS??) and make up. Not to mention the outfit I had been planning to wear to the wedding.
So to cut a long story short, I shall be arriving at the clinic tomorrow in full wedding regalia, ready to be aspirated with the IVF people having egg collection (this will involve being sedated, like, in a SURGICAL GOWN and everything-at least I hope there will be a gown involved. Don’t fancy wearing my nice dress in theatre. To the theatre, maybe, but not on the operating table) and then jumping off the table post-insemination and onto a train to Devon to attend said wedding.
Good luck to me. The baby (should I be fortunate enough to be blessed with such) is totes being named after the happy couple (well, one of them. Probably not both, unless I spawn some weird hermaphrodite).
Good luck to me again. One can never wish oneself enough good luck.