We have been trying to naturally conceive for the last 10 years... NO LUCK... We have finally been accepted for IVF (NHS) this was not available prior due to having a very high BMI, but after having bariatric surgery I'm finally down to 29.8 BMI (BOOOOM!)... Now just waiting for my injections to be delivered today, and I am nervous (not administering) but because the ball is now rolling, both my husband and I have fertility issues, PCOS and he has very low morphology (0-1%) we know we want a family. We speak to eachother all the time about what ifs etc and I want to be excited that we have got this far, but are we putting to much pressure on ourselves and not preparing for a failure?
I love my husband to the end of the worlds, and I really hope this is going to work, we have tried to keep family and friends in the dark to try and avoid additional attention, it would come from a place of love im sure, but we have decided to avoid conversations to avoid possible sad outcomes having to be shared with family and friends. I think that makes sense for us anyhow.
It feels like all the information we have received has been forgotten with regards to administering the injections (a little embarrassed to ask again) my memory is complete rubbish, mainly due to my epilepsy. Which is another sticking point, basically need to have the *anesthetist to give us the go ahead that they are happy with sedating me for egg retrieval (fingers crossed!). So currently im sat here in my livingroom where im supposed to be working from home today but instead writing to all of you looking for some advice/tips/kind words (ssshhh) and trying to listen out for my door to jump up and get my injections in preparation to start this next phase.
OH GOD