Almost Time!

 So week 4 of the IVF meds brought nothing new.  My appetite returned a bit but I've still had some stomach issues - this weekend particularly has been really hard.  I've not been able to eat without having cramps and diarrhoea within an hour afterwards.  Touch wood, today I've felt a bit better so hopefully it was just a blip.

I had my scan last Tuesday but my lining was still only 6 mm and they asked to see me again on Saturday.  Typically Saturday was the least convenient day as my in-laws were away for the weekend and Ant had to take the morning off work so I could go to Sheffield.  Fortunately, my lining was 8.5 mm so they were happy to proceed with transfer.  I asked if I could have seven days' notice to be able to get free train tickets (my business mentor works for the train company).  The lovely nurse, Trish, in Sheffield said she would tell Guy's to make it for the following Monday or Tuesday which would give me nine or ten days.  She asked me to ring back in the afternoon when they would have heard back from Guy's.  However, I wasn't sure my medication liquid would last me as long as I needed, especially if they decided on Tuesday so I had to wait for a prescription.  It took the pharmacy an hour and a half to get the prescription ready so I was just doing laps around the outside of the hospital waiting in the cold - the car park has no signal so I couldn't wait for the call there.

Eventually I got home but when I rang that afternoon they hadn't heard from Guy's so they told me to ring back today (Monday).  Honestly, I was stressed out.  I'm a compulsive planner and the worst part of IVF for me is the constant not knowing.  I was absolutely furious with Guy's for not bothering to get back to the nurses at Sheffield but I tolerated it. 

Today I rang at 14:00 as planned and they still hadn't received a response so they asked me to call back again half an hour later.  I did, although it took me until around 14:50 to get through and then they STILL hadn't heard back from Guy's.  The nurse was super apologetic and handed it over to her superior to chase up for me.  She asked me to ring back at 15:30.  Again I rang back and she still hadn't heard from them but they had emailed Guy's again.  I explained the train situation and she apologised again.  However, she rang back less than ten minutes later to say that my transfer was booked for 11:30 on Monday 14th September!  She told me she wanted to let me know as soon as possible so I could get my tickets and thanks to my brilliant mentor I now have free travel to London!

I'd been stressing about the whole situation but my best friend had taken it all out of my hands.  I asked her months ago to come with me as we knew it would be less stressful if Ant was taking care of Oscar rather than faffing with childcare. Obviously COVID changed things a little but she promised to still come if she was able (by law) and when I wasn't sure I'd be able to get the train tickets I told her I couldn't take her.  I couldn't ask her to shell out for a ticket but couldn't afford to pay for two.  She immediately started planning routes, avoiding the tube, offered to drive me and all sorts.  She really has been a lifesaver and as it happens we have managed to get the train tickets so we can sit back and relax.  It's just a shame that she won't be allowed in the actual transfer as that would have made it much more worth it for her but she doesn't seem to mind at all.  She's a wonderful friend!

I'm actually finishing this post two days later than I started it so I did my last injection last night and started my pessaries today.  I'm finding a little bit more energy, managed a short workout last night and did a 5.5 km walk with Oscar in the pushchair at naptime today.  Here's hoping it lasts and I'm in good shape for the transfer!