Hello! Me again!
In a much more positive mood this time!
So, we have emerged out of the other side of the last round, finally. Feeling much stronger and ready to take it all on again. We felt like we needed a break after the last go and were looking forward to a few months off, but now that the bruises of it all are healing, now that we’ve forgotten what an absolute ball ache the whole thing was, we’re ready to get back in the ring and go another round.
We had a meeting with the director of our clinic following the letter of complaint we sent to them during our treatment. That felt about as much use as a chocolate tea cosy, but it also put closure on the last round.
We went to the fertility show in London, which just felt overwhelming and stressful as the clinics from around the world threw their sales pitches in to our faces (which often felt like being slapped in the face with the yellow pages.) It was a good day though, we escaped the show and went to a pub and bought a pint, sifted through all the information we had, dumped about 3/4 of it and headed off to Camden where we spent our time more wisely, eating quesadillas and drinking margaritas. We then got even more sloshed on the train home and entertained/annoyed the carriage with a game of Heads Up (You can’t do that, pregnant, can you!? NER!!)
We have since poured over the options, set up spreadsheets, compared costs and found that actually, we are better off going back to the clinic we started with. Which is a shame, because I think we were both secretly hoping that a clinic in Cyprus or Spain would emerge the most cost effective and practical option. A couple of weeks on the beach while Bec grows her little eggs wouldn’t have gone a-miss!
We have had a long think about the problems we had with our clinic, and actually, they aren’t anything we can’t deal with again. It’s nothing that would jeopardise our chances of success. Just annoying incompetencies, that’s all.
So we’re going back to IVF, this time we’re doing the full round and keeping all of our eggs to ourselves.
The money fairy landed in our yard this morning, too. Not free money, it has to be returned to its rightful owner – but not just yet. We can use it to make a baby, first. Woo!
Baby, you ready? We’re coming to getcha!