Part 4: Move Like Jagger

Merry belated Xmas, and a Happy Hogmanay!
-or not?

21 days since I started the nasal sprays, I rack my tiny little brain for some exciting stories to tell...........
....still searching....
I am very pleased to inform that during this spell, I've not been at all hormonal. No hot flushes, nothing. Ok, I had a few tetchy moments but nothing worth reporting.  I set 4 alarms on my phone to tell me when I should spray. I sprayed, it often ran right back out my nose again and I wandered if it would work. Over Xmas I had a crappy cold which meant having to blow my snotty nose followed by trying to breathe through one nostril which was blocked. God knows whether or not the spray was actually getting into my system or not. I'd waited a while for the whole process to actually kick off, so having to delay it by spraying or hanging off any longer didn't seem so appealing.

Yippeeeee- Xmas and New Year. I've been relieved of my mothering duties, so it's been the perfect opportunity to party my butt off. But I also spared a thought for some couples out there, who would happily struggle to stay awake for the bells, tired out from parenting.

I returned from a wee trip up north in time for the baseline scan. As mentioned earlier in my blog, this is to determine whether or not my womb is ready to start with the injections. So, breeks off, legs in the stirrups and Bob's yer uncle. It wasn't unpleasant. It wasn't pleasant either. The nurse was a lovely lady, and didn't even talk about what she intended to do in that room, or wave the bloomin thing in my face to freak me out. Instead, she just got on with the job. It was inserted internally, as opposed to the thingumy they rub over the belly. The nurse pointed out on the screen my ovaries and also the follicles where the eggs would be produced. She then looked at the womb and could see that the lining was very thin, which was the plan. Hooray.
So, that meant I was allowed to commence with injections. Hooray again.

Following the instructions, I primed the injector, grabbed a chubby bit, and stabbed myself in the belly. Easy as pie. Felt ok. Not at all sore. It wasn't such a frightening experience.
I do have to remain on the sprays for the next week or so, because while the injections are stimulating my ovaries to produce a shitload of eggs, the spray is stopping them from being released. which also means in the strictest of manner, safe sex.

This has to continue for a full week, after which I return for another scan to see how well my eggies are doing. If all is progressing well,  one day the following week I'll have the eggs sooked oot and whisked off to their new oven. And normality resumes for me.

So, I'm off to preen for my Hogmanay celebrations, and wish you all a happy new year's eve.x

Part 3- Squirtin up my nose

So, here we are again.

I started taking my nasal spray yesterday. One scoot up my (huge) nostril 4 times per day. Easy as that. No nasty taste dripping down my throat either, leaving me retching and eayes streaming.

If you remember, this is to make my system calm right down.

I’ve been reading about side effects of this spray and wow, I could be in for a real treat (and so could you out there)

A few symptoms to mention-Bloating, weight gain, moodiness and irritability…..(not unlike my usual self)

and if that’s not bad enough….

There is a risk of a rare condition called ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome (or OHS for short) that can cause life-threatening complications, blood clots and kidney failure...

It’s all becoming more appealing by the moment.

All of this, I’m well aware of but hey, life is full of complications anyway. What IS so easy to do these days?

More reading up on the subject, there was an interesting article in some newspaper from the US of A which stated, “And since egg donors go through much the same process as women trying to conceive in vitro, there are concerns that they may be prone to the higher rates of certain cancers that some studies have found among infertility patients.” Jesus wept.

You can possibly tell I’m a bit apprehensive. What "normal" human wouldn’t be? I’m spraying hormones up my nose 4 times per day to make me menopausal, followed by an internal scan just before Hogmanay, then onto the daily injections which could to turn me into a psycho bitch from hell.(no comments here, thanks!) And then to endure the retrieval.
At this point, I should also give my bf a big mention, as he so kindly said he would look after me! Let's see if he will be true to his word when he is at the receiveing end of my multiple personality disorders. Poor shit. 

I think I might have mentioned before that any child born from my eggs is not able to trace me. That's how the law stood as I knew.

A few people have approached me since reading my blog, asking how I would feel about being contacted by said child/ren. I’ve heard that since a change in the law last year, it means that, at the age of 18, a child born from donated eggs can be told who their biological mother is. What I have been personally informed at the hospital however, is that the unit completely protect my identity, and information given to the recipient is generally limited to my physical characteristics, occupation and interests. Whatever else I would like her/him to know, or be willing to tell her/him, is my decision and choice.

I retire from today’s entry and shall continue when I’ve got anything worth adding to my journey!

Over and out

J x