Wow Inky, a grade 1, that's really rare, well done!
I know what you mean about those carefree days. I wonder if I knew then what I know now - that there may be the chance I'll never conceive my own child, that a part of my body is aging so much quicker then the rest of it - would I stop for a second while dancing manically to Nirvana and downing snowballs during my uni days to really comprehend what that meant? Would I have paused during one of the zillion parties I gatecrashed in London a few years later and made the decision not to wait, to try for a baby then?
But then I'd never have met my amazing husband and had the amazing experiences I've had.
I had a strange experience last night: I woke in the night to see an A4 sized image projected onto our wardrobe of a baby. I blinked and it disappeared. Is my subconscious trying to tell me that's what I'll be seeing in 9 months? I hope so but like you Inky, I can't help but presume this is just the first of a number of IVF attempts. We're told to stay positive, to visualise byt after more then 3 years of being disappointed, it's SO difficult. I can't help but imagine everything that can go wrong from now: the embryos can stop forming, they can fail to cling to my womb lining, they can fall away, my body can reject them...
But have to keep the faith...