Baby Celebrations

It's been a bit of a strange weekend filled with highs and lows and everything in between, I've really struggled to cope with my feeling at times. I've not only had to deal with us attempting to do my first injection in my best mate's kitchen, but also the emotions that came with attending her surprise baby shower.

I'd been involved with the organisation of Clare's baby celebrations (the arty bits) for a few weeks so after working out the dates, I knew it would fall in the middle of my treatment and possibly stim injections. I also realised it would be mentally tough, as I said in a previous post, we'd talked about having kids together and here she is having her third and I'm still very childless. Ultimately, she is one of my most dear and cherished friends and I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

We drove up to their house in Wollaston, Northamptonshire on Saturday. Clare had no idea about the baby shower, she just assumed we were just visiting for the weekend, as we sometimes do. I did think she might find it a little odd that we'd decided to come up the night we had to do our first lot of injections, but she didn't seem in the least bit fazed by this! As soon as we arrived, the four of us went for lunch which was just perfect as I knew I wouldn't get much time to catch up the following day. Usually, on such occasions we might have a cheeky glass of fizz to celebrate our reunion, so this teetotal get-together was a very novel experience for both of us. By 7pm we were all in our pyjamas and Jon and I made our way into the kitchen to prepare the injections.

I think we'd both been contemplating the task in hand for a couple of hours, I was definitely aware that we were a little subdued. We opened up the box of Menopur and laid all 6 bottles plus the two vials of liquid on the counter, it seemed like a lot to mix for two injections. I was happy to let Jon play the role of chemist as well as nurse, but we pondered over the instruction leaflet for what seemed like an eternity before he took and plunge and mixed the first injection. He was being very slow and deliberate, taking time to make sure he had drawn up all the powder from the vials and rid the syringe of any air bubbles. On any other occasion I probably would have ushered him to 'hurry up' as patience is definitely not my strong point and I can be a bit spirited. The next part seemed a lot less complicated than the mixing and somehow, though both a little shaky, we managed to do two injections in my tummy with little fuss. Although this first attempt took half an hour, I felt proud of us.

Yesterday was the day of Clare's baby shower. I felt excited as I couldn't wait to see her face when we walked into the party room but also anxious to be spending a few hours with women I had never met before. I'm not great with all-female gatherings at the best of times, let alone when I'm feeling vulnerable and not particularly sociable. The surprise was fantastic, she bought into the story that we were going for a drink in the local pub and was suitably overwhelmed when she saw all her friends! They were all lovely and although I felt happy to be part of this special day, I soon felt defenseless and exposed. I was the only non-mum round the table and the only person not joining in with the clinking of Prosecco glasses. I even had my own plate of gluten free afternoon tea treats while everyone else shared. I tried my hardest not to come across as a complete arsehole but as the afternoon progressed, I felt like I was clinging to Clare like a small needy child, though she later reassured me otherwise. After all the present giving and games, Jon, Simon and Clare's two boys joined us and I felt instantly appeased by their familiarity. The most important thing to me was that Clare had a fantastic day and the smile on her face definitely made it all worthwhile.

Driving back to London, I felt a deluge of emotions; happy the day was a success, sad that I had to say goodbye to my best buddy but most of all, mentally drained and exhausted.

We did, however, manage to slash the time it took to do our second lot of injections by half. We're now practically pros!

Down-Regulation Scan

The witch arrived a few days ago. On one hand this is fantastic news because it means I can go ahead with the next stage of my treatment, the flip side, I've been suffering with the usual stomach cramps and trauma that comes with this time in my cycle. Pair this with a tortuous liquid diet and a throbbing hole in my mouth where my gum used to be and you have a perfect recipe for self-pity and utter misery.

Once I'd manage to pull myself out of my pit of gloom, I booked my down-regulation scan for this morning. This was another internal ultrasound scan (hello Wanda!) which is carried out to ensure that my lining is thin and my ovaries are quiescent after the down-regulation phase (in my case, sniffing). My scan today confirmed both so we're finally ready to start the stimulation stage.

I don't have a phobia of needles, I can quite happily look down at my arm during a blood test, but something about self-administering fills me with complete fear. I had asked Jon during a conversation a few weeks ago if he could do the injections for me. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't particularly keen but unfortunately it is a necessity so one of us has to be brave. As I'm the one getting punctured, it seems only fair that he plays the nurses role. "It'll be nice for you to be involved at this stage" I keep telling him!

As I mentioned in a previous post, my stimulation protocol is 450IU of Menopur, the highest approved dose in the UK. Menopur comes in vials of 75IU so I need six of these mixed with two bottles of solvent, this means two injections with 225IU in each. After the scan a very steely nurse (that's being kind, she had no compassion whatsoever) showed us how to mix the injections and she administered the first two, one in each thigh. It actually stung more than I was expecting so I think we're going to try in my tummy tomorrow night, there's definitely more flab to grab there!

I read the patient information leaflet a few days ago and aside from the usual instructions on what to do if you take too much/miss a dose/get DVT, I came across this section:

1. What Menopur is and what it is used for
What Menopur is
Menopur contains a medicine called menotrophin. This is a mixture of hormones obtained from the urine of women who have passed the menopause.

WTF?!

Today was another one of those days crammed full of appointments. After my first injection lesson, I scooted across SW London for another dental check-up in another hospital with yet another dentist. She admitted the lady who had performed the surgery nine days ago had made a bit of a cock-up (not her exact words) and my gums were a mess. Fantastic.

I also went to my first acupuncture session which I thoroughly enjoyed and found very relaxing. Victoria spent a long time going through my health and fertility history before deciding on which areas to concentrate on. I don't know if it's going to improve my chances of IVF success, it did however, make me feel less stressed and more calm, which has got to be a good thing.

Natural Products, Nasal Spray & Needles

The last few weeks have flown and I'm already roughly halfway through my five week protocol (originally six weeks but my stupid period had other ideas). I've been through quite a time of it in the three weeks since my last post, some of it completely unrelated to endometriosis or IVF.

I started taking the contraceptive pill in preparation for treatment, which allows the fertility consultant to have complete control over timings of my cycle. It is also said to help the ovaries respond better to the stimulation medication and to decrease the chances of cysts forming which could delay proceedings. It's common for ladies with endometriosis to have ovarian cysts, so while taking the pill seems counter-intuitive, I can kind of see the logic.

During the two weeks I was on the pill, I took the decision to inform my bosses about my IVF cycle. Initially, I thought I might try and go through the treatment without having to tell anyone at work, but after getting some positive experiences from ladies on a facebook group, I decided to bite the bullet. I have two bosses, one of each sex, so naturally I resolved to approach my manager, who is female. I'm not even sure why I was worried, I've been at the company for 11 years and I'm fortunate that Louise and I have a good relationship. I couldn't have asked for her to be more understanding and supportive and as soon as I'd blurted everything out to her, I felt the weight lift off my shoulders. I can't express what a relief it is to have her backing and she promised she would do everything to help make the next few weeks as painless as she could with regards to time off for appointments. She also said she would talk to our Head of Dept and I knew he would be as equally empathetic.

A couple of weeks ago I had an appointment at the ACU for my trial embryo transfer. Part of me was glad to be having this dummy run, obviously if there were complications I'd rather they were flagged now, but what if it was excruciatingly painful? I'd just be worrying and dreading the real thing the whole way through my treatment. As we all know and get told on a regular basis, stress is not good for the process of baby making. Relax and it'll happen! *rolls eyes*

Again, I had to wait an hour for my appointment at Kingston ACU. I appreciate it's an NHS clinic and they're busy but when you have to go into work afterwards and give an approximate time when you might be there, this is extremely frustrating. Especially as my bosses have been so understanding, I didn't want it to feel like I was already exploiting their kindness. While I was in the waiting room I observed a guy looking very uneasy as he walked out holding a metal box containing his partner's eggs, on his way to King's to (hopefully) add his part to the science. I have to admit, this did make me smile.

The procedure itself was like a more painful smear test, as opposed to the nightmare hysteroscopy I had gotten myself worked up about. Thankfully it was over relatively quickly and without complication so we're good to go.

One way I like to unwind and destress is by having a glass of wine (or three). Following on from my abstention of caffeine, I decided to set a date to forgo my beloved Sauv Blanc before I started my down-regulation drugs. I ringed the 8th November in my diary to start my dry couple of months (hopefully longer). We had tickets to see both Kevin Morby at the Electric Ballroom and Father John Misty at Hammersmith Apollo the week before so we earmarked the latter as our last hurrah! Jon has decided to join me in this period of detox, after all, the health of his swimmers is also vital and we're certainly in this as a partnership. We might as well throw everything at this cycle as we only have one shot at this.

I have also been reading the book 'It Starts with the Egg', which I'm sure every IVF couple must have on their bookshelves. Whilst I think it is unrealistic to cut out everything Rebecca Fett mentions, I've been trying to use more natural products in my already pretty basic beauty regime. I found the Faith In Nature range to be reasonably priced compared to a lot of other organic products. I also wanted a fragrance free shampoo, conditioner and body wash ready for egg collection which they also produce.

Last week, I started sniffing Suprecur (buserelin) nasal spray three times a day. I realise this sounds like I have a solvent abuse problem, but it is in fact the next rung on our IVF ladder, the down-regulation stage. It works by acting on the pituitary gland to stop the production of hormones that control the release of eggs from your ovaries. Buserelin is a GnRH agonist drug (alongside Zoladex, Lupron and Prostap to name a few) and because it suppresses oestrogen production, it is sometimes used to treat endometriosis. I was actually looking forward to this stage, to hopefully give my body a break from the pain and bloating if nothing else.

I have read that lot of women suffer with menopausal side-effects while taking buserelin. Apart from the vile aftertaste it leaves in the back of your throat, I haven't noticed too many grievances so far. I'm only a week in so I guess the night sweats won't be kicking in quite yet. I have, however, been experiencing extremely vivid dreams, every goddamn night. And that my friends is an understatement!

I've had issues with my wisdom teeth for the last twenty years. Four days ago I had my second operculectomy to try and solve the problem of constant infections and pericoronitis. I wasn't particularly worried as I've had the procedure before but this time was a whole new ball game! I was stuck in the chair for a whole hour while the dentist completely butchered my mouth. By the time I'd driven into work, the anaesthetic had worn off and the concoction of ibuprofen and paracetamol weren't touching the pain, I sat there drooling and wincing in agony, desperate to get home for a sympathetic hug.

The dentist has made such a mess of things, I inevitably got an infection and had to go back to the hospital the very next day. I've been on antibiotics and a liquid diet for the last few days, which has meant I've lost quite a lot of weight. The whole ordeal has stressed me out so much, I really wish I had waited until after my IVF cycle to go through with it. Hindsight is a wonderful thing!

On a positive note, I've booked my first acupuncture session next week with a lady called Victoria Busk in Kingston. Hopefully this will counterbalance the trauma of this week and normality will soon be restored.