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!
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