one good egg

Pippa: It's the day before our egg collection & I'm scared. God knows how we got this far, with one healthy-sized follicle and 2 others that are not quite up to scratch. But we're going for it, gambling with our sanity.

I don't think I'm scared of undergoing the procedure, although if you need a painkiller up your bum even before you've had intravenous anesthesia, then you know you're going to feel pretty banged up afterwards. It's the thought of receiving the two subsequent pieces of information in quick succession - 1. were there any eggs collected from my sadly inadequate set of follicles? & 2. did any of them fertilise? All of this information will be available by Saturday morning. It is now Thursday night and I can't sleep.

I can't really think either, I'm exhausted. Poor Jack is snoring away beside me. He's had a hell of a week. At least I was able to take the last couple of weeks off work, Jack is attending clinic appointments and making up the work hours to compensate. This IVF is literally taking over our lives, I don't know how we'll cope if we have to do it all over again.

Anyway, let's leave on a positive note- my one good follicle, we saw it on the ultrasound screen large as life, that's got an egg in it, I'm sure & Jack's sperm count was improving with every test. One good egg, one good sperm, we could get ourselves an embryo. Let's leave it at that- one step at a time. Next week is a whole new ball game ('scuse the pun!)