The day soon came round as did our 3am alarm to catch our 5
Matt did a fair bit of googling that afternoon and there is evidence to suggest that fertility drugs can give you an escalated reading, so for now that’s what we’re going to assume it is and in the meantime, someone at work who’s had Ovarian cancer is going to speak to the nurses at the Marsden for me. My brain can not deal with that on top of the ivf, so for now it is in a box to be opened again in a few weeks time.
30am plane. We thought we’d save a bit of money this time by getting the metro instead of a taxi from the airport to the clinic and anyway it would be a bit of adventure. Thank God Matt knew what he was doing, he got us both there like a professional tour guide and we arrived for our appointment with more than enough time. The forms were filled in, my progesterone bloods were done and we were whisked up to the familiar cubicle megafuckbook log in to meet P and get the transfer underway.
This time she wanted to push the embryos slightly further round, as I had a fibroid that was squashing down on part of the lining and making it thinner. So she picked the spot where it was 10.5mm deep and in a flash there they were.
Well how could we not, it was so ridiculously cheap
I was wheeled back to the cubicle, the intralipid was intravenously attached and we remained there for another 45 mins. The only thing left to do was to go up to the top floor and see Nikki about what drugs we needed, get my progesterone result and then we were free to go. We didn’t need to take too much home this time, as we already had quite a lot back in England. As we got up to go downstairs I turned back and there on a shelf were my mini candles surrounded by a picture of a new born baby………. Oh please let this be a good luck sign.
So there we were, all done for the third time and a great result on the progesterone too, we now had to fill a few hours till our 9pm flight.
