They don’t tell you enough about IVF before you start. Everything has been a surprise to me. I’ve found out most of what I know through forums and chatting to people on here. I don’t get it. Why is this yet another subject that isn’t spoken about?
“Keep all your miscarriages brushed under the table.. Oh and don’t talk about your IVF either while you’re at it”
Ok ok, so no-one is saying that to me, but sometimes it feels that way.
Quick update for anyone that’s wondering. I had injections twice a day (plucked up the courage to do a few of these myself by the way) for 2 weeks then a few days before retrieval I had my booster injection. After that it was bye bye needles and hello nice relaxing time. I feel I should stick in a maniacal laughing emoji right about now because that’s definitely not how it turned out.
Retrieval itself was pretty straightforward. I’ll try make everything as simple and short as possible. I was sedated and honestly never felt a thing. They retrieved 12 eggs – 9 matured and all 9 fertilised (I hear this is good. I still don’t understand why.)
Strict rest for 24 hours after. No cooking, no cleaning. And certainly no funny stuff
(whoever would want to is a sadist).
I was absolutely fine leaving the hospital. Zero pain. I realise now that I was probably still buzzing off my tits on the pain relief.
Once that wears off, fuck! It’s sore. My belly felt twice the size and painkillers didn’t help much. I would definitely recommend a day in bed just to relax and feel a bit sorry for yourself.
Next morning the fun stuff started. Pessaries. Now guys, I’m normally a big fan of you all. I trust you all. Tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets. Nobody could’ve given me a heads up on these things? Jeez!
I need to put these bloody bullet shaped little demons inside my vagina (or bum I was told as if having that second option is a positive thing) every morning and every night. I lie down for 20minutes so it doesn’t “ooze out”. Yup that’s what it says. The side effects of these wee dreams are endless. Bloating, nausea, constipation, lethargy, confusion, tender breasts, mood swings, sudden urge to fire one of the bullets up your husbands arse because
all he’s had to do through this entire process is a have a good time in a cup!
Never mind. It’s only for 15 days…
…. And then another 28 if we get pregnant.