I haven't post for months, but was on this thread back in the days before i turned 34, just popped by to give an update.
After all tests showed up pretty normal, but nothing after 2 years of trying, the Dr declared us unexplained and said the next step was IVF, but we'd have to wait another year! By then I was 'soon to be 36 and starting to PANIC' so after taking inositol for a few months to no avail we bit the bullet and went down the self funded route. We had ICSI with 5 day blastocyst culture and monitoring on the Eeva system to help choose the best one to transfer, all extra costs but in for a penny, in for a pound eh?
We went to Bourne Hall near Cambridge and the experience was fantastic, finally feeling like someone could do something to help us. The drugs were all fine, became a dab hand at injecting myself, got through egg collection just on a local, one ibuprofen and gas & air, 15 eggs collected and I felt great. Then the nerve wracking started, next day the embryologist called to say only 4 had been suitable for the procedure eep! The others were a gruesome sounding assortment of immature, giants, dark, degraded and vacuolated, bit of a shock, but at the same time maybe the explanation we'd been searching for.
Back to the fantastic four, all had fertilised so 5 day culture was still on, cue another 3 days of anxiety and phone calls to the clinic to check up on them. By day 4 the nerves started to settle, transfer was going to happen, we'd done our best, fate would now decide.
Out of the fantastic four, we had a 5AA, a 5AB, a lower score blasto and the other one, that had sort of gone a bit wrong on day 2. The 5AA was selected & transferred then we went home and rested up for a bit, but went back to work the next day and somehow the next week slid past, then 4 days before the blood test I swelled up big time. It seemed late onset OHSS had struck, felt terrible, but start to raise hopes in me I'd been trying to keep in check.
Had the blood test Wednesday 2nd October, they did it right then and I went for some breakfast while I waited for the result. 45 minutes later I was called back for the result, the nurse showed me into a room, is that good or bad, no this must be just what they do. It was good news, anything over 50 is positive and we measured 170, big sigh of relief.
People have described it as an emotional rollercoaster, but although scary they're usually over pretty quick, I liken it more to an epic horse race where just getting round the course is an achievement. In the Grand National of IF I felt like we'd cleared another huge fence and were onto a straight, still not over the finish but still in the running. Next fence is the 7wk viability scan at the end of the month, it's a big one but we'll give it our best go.