Hi. My name’s Siobhan and I’m a Google-aholic, a fertility Google-aholic. I can’t stop, I’m not sure what’s going on. I’m obsessed with reading every IVF success story I can find and my searches are getting quite specific now, e.g. ‘Successful IVF stories with ICSI’, ’How soon after embryo transfer does implantation occur?’, ‘What not to eat pre FET transfer date’ etc. There’s so many differing opinions out there and just like bottoms, EVERYONE has one, but I guess I’ll just have to get used to it (especially if I do actually get pregnant). For now I’ve decided to sit back and listen to my instincts. So… I’ve given up coffee. WHAAAT?! Yes, it’s true, I’ve somehow kicked that beloved habit. I’m shocked my instincts told me to ‘nix’ the caffeine. I almost feel betrayed by myself. How dare I?!
All I can say is thank God for decaff.
This week I’m heading to the lab every day to get blood tests. Hopefully one day soon, they’ll detect a surge in my LH levels and they can finally stop nicking my blood. LH stands for luteinizing hormone, which is the hormone in charge of kicking off ovulation. Ideally, one of our frozen 5 day old embryos will be inserted into my uterus exactly 5 days post ovulation. This process mimics what happens when you naturally fall pregnant. In a natural pregnancy, Alistair the spermy would pack his bags and begin his incredible journey up the fallopian tube in an attempt to fertilize the egg. It then takes a few days for the newly fertilized embryo to mature and make its way back down into the uterus. At this point, the embryo is called a Blasotcyst (weird name I know, it sounds like a weapon of mass destruction rather than the first instance of potential life). During IVF, the embryo is grown in a petrie dish until it reaches the blastocyst stage and is ready to venture into the unknown (aka the uterus) where it will hopefully implant and result in a pregnancy (fingys crossed).
It all feels like we’re playing a little prank on my body that me, Mills and the doctors are all privy to, where information is on a ‘need to know basis’. I hope my body doesn’t have the last laugh. I remember when I was a child my mum and sister convinced me that Santa Claus was doing laps around the neighborhood and he’d just flown past the living room window. I think they were slightly concerned when I turned 10 and still believed Santa was spreading good cheer. They had to sit me down and break the bad news. It was devastating. I’m still getting over that one. Every time I see an old man with a beard, I want to sit on his lap and ask for a new bike.
I hope when my body finally understands it’s not going to rebel and get really annoyed. I have a super sensitive body. It kinda reminds me of a moody teenager that takes itself very seriously. I’m currently wooing it with lots of compliments and several helpings of exercise. I’ve even offered it multi-vitamins but it started sleeping late so I’ve laid off those for now. Unfortunately, with my random travel schedule its also giving me never-ending colds, but hopefully it’ll be too pre-occupied with that to notice the tiny embryo being snuck inside (until it’s meant to and will then become a nice generous host like on Air B n B).
All in all, I’m feeling pretty good. I just have to get through these next few days/blood tests and then it will be transfer day!! Woop!! Transfer sounds so weird, it’s not a bank transaction, but I guess it is a small investment.