Buying my fertility clinic another yacht*

My how time flies when you’re just going about daily life and not doing anything of particular note.

I think everything we’ve been waiting on has arrived (apart from the rain) which includes, and I know you’ve been holding your breath dear readers, the much anticipated second attempt at a donor egg cycle.  Yes, we are now officially on IVF #5.  Good Lord.  I honestly never thought I’d be involved in that many cycles, but then again, when I was starting out, I never really considered any alternatives to “all cycles go smoothly and end in embryo transfer” – kinda like I never thought it would take a long time to get pregnant, and then not ever stay pregnant.  Ah the realities…

So the reality is that IVF #1 had no normal embryos to transfer and IVF#2 had two normals which implanted then miscarried promptly.  IVF#3 was the first donor egg attempt that got cancelled due to overstimming and IVF#4 yielded one embryo of related genetic material but unknown genetic health (my egg) which is now on ice.

And here we are at IVF#5 (donor egg #2) already.  See how it becomes so easy to just rack ’em up?  Of course, you have to be able to fund such an expensive pastime, (is it a bit like being a heroin addict? Or would that be cheaper?) and I count myself lucky to live somewhere that happens to chip in for treatment – so we don’t have to hock my earrings, take out a second mortgage and sell our soul – but it DOES use up all our savings and keep our bank balance hovering between payday and zero most of the time. I’m not whining, just saying we’re at the wrong end of this business. LOL.

Anyhoo.  Here I am, on my first night, ensconced in the spare room of the ‘Mosman Mansions’, where my kind friends will give me bed, board and coffee for the next two weeks.  AND their wireless internet connection problems have been sorted out, so YAY.  Being the winter school holidays, when this family annually goes to Rottnest Island for a week, I will have the whole house to myself in the second week of my stay.  If I don’t manage to get my Grandfather’s memoirs all typed and edited by then, I never will!

Really I should get an ‘early’ night tonight (not technically possible since it is already almost 11pm, but earlier than if I stayed up until 1am playing bridge on my computer, for example..) because tomorrow is an early rise and shine so I can be at the barista course at 8.45am.  WOOT!  My family cleverly bought me a gift voucher to do this course, and I have come up to the city early so I could do it before the raging hormones got too firm of a hold.  So it’s coffee, cofffeeee, and more cofffffffeeeeee for me until lunchtime tomorrow.  Thank goodness I’m not the one producing the eggs – I’m sure that level of caffeine could not be a good thing!

No blood tests or ultrasounds until Wednesday, so just kicking my heels and trying to stay calm about what this cycle may or may not have in store for us.

Day six tomorrow.  I’ve already woken up with a couple of lucrin headaches this week, and the estradiol tablets (never had these before) seem to be making me extremely nauseated.  I gave myself a nasty bruise injecting yesterday, but DH reassured me it wasn’t technique, it was just sheer bad luck of hitting a little capillary.  Sigh.  There’s that luck again.

Let’s hope a little of the good stuff swings our way too…

*Nod to younger brother for stealing his idea 😉