My IVF Journey: The 2 week wait (week 1)

I'm well versed in what not to google, not testing early, and making sure I don't have too much free time to think about it.



 

Ahh, so here it is. We are now in the two week wait (2WW). That's the time from transferring the embryo to when you will know if you are pregnant or not.

 

This is our fifth two week wait. So I'm well versed in what not to google, not testing early, and making sure I don't have too much free time to think about it.

 

They managed to transfer one embryo on day five. The embryologist did say that it was unlikely the other three were going to be suitable for freezing but they wouldn't make that decision until the following day. I got upset as I would've liked a back up but let's just hope this one works. They said it was really good and of course you only need one. The recipient also had an embryo transferred on the same day. Eek. How awesome is that?!

 

The transfer itself was really quick and done in the same room we had our insemination for the girls. We were so lucky to also have the same nurse (our magical baby-making lucky charm) who was there when we were inseminated for G and the crazy youngest tiny human. Here's hoping she brings as much luck this time too, oh and one that sleeps would also be smashing.

 

It's really quick to transfer the embryo, a bit like having a smear test. Then that was that; I was now PUPO. Pregnant until proven otherwise. It takes about a day for the embryo to implant if successful and then it just needs to work its magic while I sit and countdown what feels like the longest two weeks of my life. Who am I kidding? I don't have the time to even sit and think about it that much. Thankfully.

 

I would've liked a relaxing afternoon but unfortunately L was called into work so I was left wrestling the kids at a birthday party. It was all going well until we ended up in A and E with G, who I suspected had another pulled elbow. I was panicking on the way there knowing I wouldn't be able to go in with her for an x-ray if it was needed. I could hear them saying, "Any chance you could be pregnant?" And me being all flustered and sounding like some deranged neurotic woman: "Erm, actually there is since about 9am this morning". Thankfully it was just a pulled elbow and it was popped back in and we were on our way within 45 minutes. The NHS rocks!

 

When I asked G if she wanted to go home she said, "No party!" So we headed back to fill our faces with copious amounts of cake. Thank God for cake.

 

13 days until testing: Had a lovely family day planned at a festival and it was great to all be together. I'd had a weird dream last night and when I woke up I was panicking the treatment hadn't worked. That lasted two minutes before one child jumped on my head so no more overthinking until I got the call from the embryologist. None of the embryos were going to be frozen and would be discarded. I felt myself choke up. I got upset. There were tears. L made it all better by bringing me back to reality, as always, talking about the options we do have and was adamant this little embryo was going to work. We've called it "Bryo". You shouldn't give things names should you? It gets you all attached and emotional.

 

11 days until testing: It's the "am I Pregnant?" and "am I not pregnant?" which does your head in. In the space of an hour I've convinced myself both ways three times. Looking in the mirror constantly to see if my veins are becoming more prominent or my boobs are getting bigger. Please let them get bigger!

 

Nine days until test: Not much to report. No symptoms. Tried not to Google or look on facebook groups about how quick people found out they were pregnant. I knew it would just confuse me. G is now potty trained (thank goodness) but she managed to do the worst poo in the potty which I had to clean out. I was heaving with the stench. I could be pregnant or it's just that it's absolutely vile and any human would be heaving! I googled about sense of smell being an early pregnancy sign. Idiot!

 

Thank God for the girls keeping me busy so I can't sit there desperate to pee on a stick and get two lines. Hoping I don't cave in and test early. One week to go.

 

Shit! I totally forgot to mention the picture is of Bryo just before they were put in. Isn't science incredible?

 

 

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