Day 3 after EC
Have now fully recovered from egg collection, was in quite a lot of pain for about 24 hours after the procedure which gradually lessened and now I feel fine. I started my prednisolone this morning to hopefully dampen down my NK cells before transfer in 2 days. Professor Quenby advised from ET but as my cells were so high (4 times the norm) and as technically ET could take place at this stage of treatment, I decided it best to start them today. They taste disgusting and have some potentially nasty side effects (hairy, moon faced insomniac possibly) but if they help me get a lasting bfp it's all worth it.
Since EC, OH and I have been trying to relax and enjoy ourselves a little. We've been going for long walks and nice meals, sitting outside in beer gardens and even had a little trip to the beach. It's so nice to be 'normal' even if it's just for a few days. I feel like I am on OH's case a lot during the run upto treatment -no saunas or jacquizis in the gym (which he loves), no beer or coffee (which he loves too), take your vitamins, eat some nuts etc etc etc. It's nice to get off his case for a bit as it makes me feel so guilty, he's so lovely and works so hard and he really deserves to be a dad. I must confess that I had a small glass of red wine with dinner last night, it was lovely and really helped me to relax even more so I guess it can't be that bad. I'm not going to have any more for the next few weeks at least so I don't feel guilty about one.
One of my friends text me with news of her second pregnancy last night. She used to be one of my best friends until all this infertility poop started. I started ttc about a year before she did, she managed to get pg the first month of trying and had a little girl who's now almost 3. A few months ago she said that they'd been talking about trying again, she must've managed it straight away again. I don't see her as much anymore as all she talks about is babies, who's pregnant now and who's trying for another. She never asks about or even acknowledges my situation and I find meeting up with her a painful reminder of what I should have by now. Of course I replied saying how pleased I was to hear her news but I still felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. I wouldn't wish infertility on my worst enemy but sometimes I wish people could experience a little of the pain and heartache so that they could be more empathetic.
I know this may sound silly but for the past few days I keep seeing what I've always called 'sugar stealers' floating past me and landing all around me. I recall noticing them a lot during my first treatment and feeling that it was a sign that i was being 'looked after'; almost as if someone or something is telling me that I'm not alone and everything will be ok. I hope so 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 hope my little embies are doing ok xx
