Hey all, I’ve been reading all your posts but haven’t written in a while so thought I’d give an update.
We got our first ever BFP after our first round of IVF. We’d paid for 3 rounds under the Access Fertility refund scheme and were expecting it to take more than one go if it was going to work for us.
The turmoil of a round was almost too much to handle, I was all over the place emotionally but we were finally ‘doing something’ to make it work for us. I was always online looking for coping strategies and ways I could handle the stress of it all.
My partners father died during the round so he had double stress to deal with. We had the embryo transfer the day after he passed - had to leave the family to be back at the clinic for the appointment, put this process first which made us feel guilty.
10 days later the first BFP looked like a BFN to start with, then this faint little line developed. We had to wait a week before doing a second test - that was the worst wait of the lot for me! I was going insane and wanted to test every day but resisted. The second test was the morning after the funeral at his Mums house. I couldn’t sleep and was up at 4am. It was a strong BFP and we told his Mum the news and about the journey - we hadn’t wanted to burden them before.
The 7 week viability scan was fine - we could see a little heartbeat and I cried my eyes out! And last week we paid for another scan at 10 weeks 5 days, as the NHS couldn’t get us in before Xmas for the first screening scan and I was desperate for reassurance. It was brilliant, actually looked like a baby, and was swimming around and making shapes.
After the 2 scans I’m only just starting to actually believe this might have worked for us.
I had visions of being so happy and relieved once I finally got the first BFP but the infertility anxiety has taken all of that. I really wanted to enjoy every second of the pregnancy that I desperately wanted for 3 years.
Infertility is a bitch and I wanted to put a post on here that all of you are so brave and strong and inspiring.
I hoped I could leave it behind me once I got pregnant but I’m not sure it will ever go away. My mum said she has seen it change me, the anxiety and worry isn’t me at all. And although I’ve got a long way to go and things can still go wrong, I’m just about getting my head into believing it all, if only a teeny bit.
So I’m sending all the luck to you that I can wish for for this Christmas. You are all amazing and deserve that special magic that you wish for xxxx