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