I’ve not posted on here for what feels like forever. I just got bored of hearing myself moan/rant about the same things. It wasn’t helping me and it’s certainly didn’t solve anything so I decided to go into hiding until I had something positive to say.
Last time I posted I had just had my LOOP procedure to removed pre cancerous cells. I had a letter back from the hospital to say that they have discharged me and that I just need to go for another smear in 6 months, unless I’m pregnant and then it will be after, fingers crossed eh.
So since starting work in a new environment, new people and new routine I have found myself to be in a much better place mentally. I miss my support network that I left behind but kinda like working with people who know nothing about me or my fertility. I have only told the people who need to know and it seems that there are a few women in the building that have been through this journey so I feel I am not alone. Pregnancies aren’t made a massive fuss about, which was something I struggled with at my last job, and the day is so busy I don’t allow myself time to mope and moan about it all. I can leave at an earlier time and don’t have to take work home so my work/life balance is perfect.
I’ve started to make small home improvements which have made me feel happy and started mindfulness. Even my husband has started it with me and it’s helping us.
So when my period arrived a couple of weeks ago, I debated whether to ring the clinic. The excuses in my head were, should I leave it another month to be double safe I’m healed down there? Is it the right time as my auntie has just passed away? Am I too busy at work?
But I decided it would be what my auntie would have wanted. She never had children, she would say we never stopped trying but it just didn’t happen. When she passed away my first thought was, she is never going to see me be a mum! I was angry. Then I realised that the one person that I had that truly understood me was no longer there. I started to feel guilty that our infertility had affected my mental health that I couldn’t bring myself to spend time with my family, including her. I started to see that life is too precious and short and that I needed to stop and just go for it.
I rang the clinic and they told me to start my 2 weeks of nasal sprays this Wednesday- which is the day of my aunties funeral. I can’t help but see that this is a sign, it was meant to be and that it’s right. We had our first consultation at the clinic a year ago now and I can’t believe how long it’s taken but how quick it’s also gone. How much my life has changed and my mindset. Just goes to show that life has a funny way of knowing what’s best at what time.
So I can’t believe I am saying this but we are finally starting our 1st ICSI cycle and I am full of emotions, nervous more than anything, excited and hopeful. I will be taking each day as it comes. I will listen to my body and do what makes me happy. I will try my best to not get ahead of myself with excitement but I think there needs to be some or what’s the point?
I don’t know what’s going to happen with work. I seem to be able to just get on with things and my days just fly by but the demands of the children are much more challenging and I am worried I won’t be able to be in and out as well as keeping sane for the kids. I will wait until I begin my second lot of hormones (sorry still don’t know the lingo) before I decide if I go and get a sick note. A couple of colleagues have said that I should have a sick note from beginning the injections as you’re in and out for daily scans and then it’s egg collection but I’m going to just see what happens when I get to that stage. Either way I’m putting myself first. I’ve managed to keep up a front whilst grieving and to be honest I’m no better thought of so I will just do what’s best for me.
x