tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65187433642753382102024-02-19T02:47:34.383-08:00Mi HistoriaAfter fighting a battle with a childhood cancer, I looked infertility in the face and stared at it for the next 15 years.
I received Egg Donation IVF in Feb 2007 in Spain My story starts in January and as I am crap with technology you have to scroll right to the bottom each month to the beginning of that month. Happy reading I hope it helps in some way.Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-66921626304597912402008-12-03T12:21:00.000-08:002008-12-03T12:32:53.293-08:00<a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well my little P is now one whole year old !!!! It has been a magical year and I love her more than ever.<br /><br />I am enjoying every minute of being a mum. I do still think about the donation but it doesn't hurt or anything as she is my girl and she loves me as much as I love her, she holds out her arms to me when she is in pain with her teeth, she craves me as I crave her. In some ways I do think it would be nice to meet the donor to thank her but in other ways it doesn't really matter, she sort of glows in my mind like a little spirit that helped us to have our P.<br /><br />She is showing the signs of the beginning of her first steps and I watch her smiling as she grows and develops into her own personality staggering on her little feet that I want to kiss every second.<br /><br />I never knew I could love anybody this much, next year we shall begin plans for little miracle number two if we are lucky enough.<div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-5338054625650910292008-02-11T09:05:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:57:06.991-08:00This time last year............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1W-vNLGxtMGmPjL2L5u5FaEH0P5BQzr6aeKpHERn8LLruGQo8rbVs3cz-WxzbtBnVlMpSqwGUgL8h1qWgpvh5Crgz9mElgnmbIH8nL-3o2Ja6s73Wiwjmle7mTqKoDqWYwRE4F_2UafU/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165771561257201234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1W-vNLGxtMGmPjL2L5u5FaEH0P5BQzr6aeKpHERn8LLruGQo8rbVs3cz-WxzbtBnVlMpSqwGUgL8h1qWgpvh5Crgz9mElgnmbIH8nL-3o2Ja6s73Wiwjmle7mTqKoDqWYwRE4F_2UafU/s200/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xed_eiukrJiIqJ6OFhM4ltzXKis8OUh16Ehxsl_vSGD7CWs5sZGWnb-SxVZ8jGSPbkTT5xQStlzR1TIJDLJqx-WX85GQzZpTiIIC05dQ0xspuNi7kTzyh5udaUFSJck5t_hSZyGYonJx/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">It is the 11th Feb, this time last year I was popping oestrogen and praying that a bleed would come to an end as I awaited the journey that lay out ahead of me, like a carpet of sunrise on a new day preping my uterus like an olympic athlete, giving it pep talks and praying that it would win the race in becoming a parent against all the post childhood cancer odds. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Tickets in hand waiting to get our flight to Spain. </span></div><br /><p>Little did I know how wonderful the ending to that day would be.</p><p>As baby P sits in her bouncer exercising her lungs in preperation for her next feed. I cannot believe that my luck has been so great in this last year. I had no idea how cheesily glorious life could be (albeit a little hazy through sleep deprivation).</p><p>The only blip that is on my current horizon.....a raised white cell count,so I am being investigated and re tested, probably nothing but something that brings back bad memories, but also enhances the joy I feel about being alive and having the baby I have always wanted and how I am thankful for every moment with her.</p><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-85320145561750115462007-11-16T10:48:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:57:07.091-08:00Special Delivery 39+5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhu-Qu5JdCaQf5aZ3dVz-WvFoJfCyre2bpzt3O0KlW0E_8Zug6IsyX3rMmQjG3lAMO__wIzlyKBZZkSFJNGRL8UUXhWnsveSBRcc8oRDLJuiQeoeFgHn3nGdUjIrnctO0d7a_6vKbV31P/s1600-h/newborn.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133512985468028802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhu-Qu5JdCaQf5aZ3dVz-WvFoJfCyre2bpzt3O0KlW0E_8Zug6IsyX3rMmQjG3lAMO__wIzlyKBZZkSFJNGRL8UUXhWnsveSBRcc8oRDLJuiQeoeFgHn3nGdUjIrnctO0d7a_6vKbV31P/s200/newborn.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Our baby P was born 7.11.07 after a pretty text book labour on gas and air. Unfortunately while in the pool my temperature went up and I had no urge to push while fully dilated, I pushed regardless willing baby out into the world but it just wasn't happening, so the midwife put me on syntocin to encourage stronger contractions but in the end it was decided to go for an emergency c section as she was getting distressed I was losing blood and she was back to back, and then in the ealry hours of the morning our little P was born, her big eyes stared up at me as I lay in theatre, she stared at me wrapped in a towel clutched in my shaking arms I stared at her I look back at this moment as the most amazing of my life. G and P were whisked off to have skin to skin as I got stitched back up. I was then wheeled back for my time with P, straight to the breast our daughter suckled and so she has remained since.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She is undoubtedly our daughter and the strange thing is all the nurses said how she looked like me and she even has a birthmark in exactly the same place as I do. I love her with all of my heart, and I love G more than ever for his support during a long labour. All of this amazing journey has been worth every magical moment. I still hold part of me that casts my mind to the genetics, I do however have the deepest gratitude and overwhelming feeling of sisterhood for the woman who donated her eggs to us so that baby P can be with us today. Everything feels so right and hotel uterus deserves a medal, I am alomst ashamed of my doubts that it would come shining through bringing our baby into the world, it is hard to describe the amazing love feeling that has engulfed me like a tidal wave, a love I have never felt before and can only put it down to that of a mother for her child.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Our beautiful P.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The next chapter to having baby P continues in a seperate blog 'Viva la Madre' Life after having an ED child.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><a href="http://www.beinganedmother.blogspot.com/">www.beinganedmother.blogspot.com</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-7087323400030622102007-11-03T09:13:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:07.209-08:00Ultra snuggly! 39 weeks<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128649142603441890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFibJYct_TSanqH1mF6zki_ZS5XYm-iMC0aHlGXDzfNJUu3LbC-PNmp_9iv28xa5NqWjSPPhDgDCGgPWx34T2a4wnBb3PHN91HdDIY535CvBoVYdPPq-m2dFkiZD4pYjRG-B6DZysoY6og/s200/LX8TM5CAUB0OW2CA4S0AE1CA1WBUEKCAMNLKM8CA2MSFQ4CARDTYNCCAHGJ3O5CA1LWJHGCARJKTX9CAW8DGRJCAB4UZYLCAZDMTA0CA4BPQ18CAH78NCHCAK4UDH6CA0MZNN9CAY2V6W9CAZCOU2VCACF7SO7.jpg" border="0" />She is still hanging in there, obviously too snuggly in hotel uterus. I really want to get things moving now. I have enjoyed every moment of this magical pregnancy and I am sure I will miss it when she is finally here and I am bleary eyed and hormonal, but I want to go for it now. I hope I don't run over due.<br /><br />Knowing my luck could be the case, having said that my mother had me on the dot so maybe I will be the same, all the naughty business and hot thai curries won't shift her if she doesn't want to come out, she is one comfy baby.<br /><br />I have been thinking alot about what she is going to look like, I even crazily googled 'Spanish Donors' in the google image search, why? What did I think I would find, a complete write up of the donors family history and a big picture of her! Weirdly enough there was a link to my blog, perhaps some kind of divine message.<br /><br />I pawed over the email sent to me from spain when they found me the donor, brown eyes, straight medium/light brown hair, fair/medium complexion, likes theatre, art and food. The theatre, the art and food appealed to me as I enjoy these things ( I realise it all runs alot deeper than this in many ways, nature nurture etc), but that is all I have, it's not that I am cut up about it, but I guess the reality is always there, that we will never know, but I know for us that is the best way ultimately. There is an empty space at the front of the baby's journal I have been keeping, the bit where it is the babies family tree, I have been very honest in the journal, and have included pictures of where we stayed in spain, the hospital and everything, but the family tree makes me feel alittle bit sad, and I did allow myself a little cry the other day, my mother and father are both keen on family history and have delved into the depths of their pasts with great vigour and enjoyment, visited landmarks of ancestors and relatives from yesteryear.<br /><br />The joy of having our baby vastly outweighs the sadness and I will honestly fill in the family tree with facts, but I do wish they could completely be part of my gene pool so that I can share the past as my mother does with me. We will visit Spain though and will visit my family's history regardless, she feels like she is part of me and my love will be the same, but I feel sad for her in away too, I hope she will be happy about how she came to be. That is all I want for her future really.<br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-20047600904587958052007-10-23T07:23:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:07.289-08:00final countdown - 38th week.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWCNktnZFJ3nvk33qkJ9b9-N0FXhEn13G1Qf8dZGFQ6Hs8V49PtxBYL0wkxOeEFnzhKGRptHPPRht0iA9Tks-EIhn3uzbDMg74CU4PpEv8q0BZEIiEALRgHyyBMAxI8C3mrtqdz_Un7Z7/s1600-h/Y5BDB7CA0TRBBVCAGQLVE2CAQ8LKFICACZ80BQCA4PTDH2CADEYLZPCA3MTC30CA1NN793CAKOWHY5CA63X7YDCAVUS2S3CAL6GHDJCAYYRD67CA5JRCWBCA2FFRF0CAZS2SC9CAHSQ3ETCAFV0D1OCA2Q5382.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124538473166225682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuWCNktnZFJ3nvk33qkJ9b9-N0FXhEn13G1Qf8dZGFQ6Hs8V49PtxBYL0wkxOeEFnzhKGRptHPPRht0iA9Tks-EIhn3uzbDMg74CU4PpEv8q0BZEIiEALRgHyyBMAxI8C3mrtqdz_Un7Z7/s200/Y5BDB7CA0TRBBVCAGQLVE2CAQ8LKFICACZ80BQCA4PTDH2CADEYLZPCA3MTC30CA1NN793CAKOWHY5CA63X7YDCAVUS2S3CAL6GHDJCAYYRD67CA5JRCWBCA2FFRF0CAZS2SC9CAHSQ3ETCAFV0D1OCA2Q5382.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The time has almost come, and I can't stop spending, my credit card is going to burst into flames at any moment.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">The babies room has become mummies den, poor g is just expected to bang nails in and do heavy work as and when required while I totter about the internet spending money on 'finishing touches', money I haven't got!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The baby has been moving alot in the evening and have had quite a few braxton hicks, it is so surreal to think we are so close to holding our little one in our arms (fingers crossed).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">All in all this ED pregnancy has been fantastic apart from the blips in the first 4 months. I feel so humble to of been given this opportunity to be a mum. Next hurdle will be explaining to our child the whole story, but when they are ready, this blog may help, along with child friendly books early on.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I do have fear like a dull flicker in the back of a corner in the tiniest bit of my little mind. Hoping that baby and I will come through the birth alright, I am sure it is natural to have such fears, but it's the old cliche of worrying about my past and how it effected my body, will my rickety old frame stand up to it, will my sensitive bits bleed abit too much. Will baby get distressed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">For now I just want to be serene and hope that I get my floaty birth in water with no probs, although I am sure things will not go as planned as they rarely do with birth, so I am told, but I am finally beginning to feel ready, there is a big space for our baby waiting like another uterus outside, cosy, soft lights, and loads of comfy things for mummy and daddy to sit and be with her, to sleep with her and to love her so very much.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She will have a spanish middle name and there will be lots of spanish to learn about and to enjoy, the buggy is even spanish! We won't forget where and how our baby was given to us, but she will be our baby and we can't wait to see her.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-81950425804830810012007-09-28T09:07:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:07.477-08:00The amazing disappearing person.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TG2h8PDBHybsschckn_UePeFTLVZfKL6WRjYVbPESAXMIF5ooEnXsJNdZmHSSvj9ullraAH6YVGgffflaqzj1hTvsBXr10lhNcrx9BrfdVVvhCQdBsbJxokfrylLSEHdbR6-E8OTE9Ek/s1600-h/HM-Mencher.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115295453687278386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TG2h8PDBHybsschckn_UePeFTLVZfKL6WRjYVbPESAXMIF5ooEnXsJNdZmHSSvj9ullraAH6YVGgffflaqzj1hTvsBXr10lhNcrx9BrfdVVvhCQdBsbJxokfrylLSEHdbR6-E8OTE9Ek/s200/HM-Mencher.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Finished work yesterday, what a weird day that was, I just feel totally like I am living in like a tube stop between independent life and motherhood, I am sitting twiddling my thumbs watching these people I spent every working day with drift off down a tunnel merrily chatting and getting on with life, and here I am kicking my heels, sitting on a scummy metal tube stop bench, wondering what on earth the world has in store for me next. (the house is a tip at the moment)</span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">So today I went to </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">my NCT class, an all day intensive, having been to the last two with my other half this one was a chance for the 'ladies' to have a chat over lunch. Everyone has always said how wonderful the NCT are and they truly are, I am just not very good at selling myself to people and making new friends and so it is a real tester for me to be thrown together with ladies all in a similar situation to me (apart from the egg donation, how I wish there was an NCT class for egg donation recipients). So everyone gets on and chats about the emails that have been forwarded I haven't received one email yet and obviously there is a technical error but my natural insecurity and hormones convince me that noone is interested in being my NCT buddy. I feel so low today and felt I was on a seperate planet to everybody else, I am sure it is the change in lifestyle, my work consumed my every breath and here I am at this tube stop with all these people, who are setting up coffee mornings and yoga sessions together, making homemade tartlet things with Basil and Sundried tomatoe and here am a buy one get one free taste the difference quiche (beacuse quite frankly I couldn't be arsed to faff around with culinary stuff) which never got touched apart from the NCT teacher who took a slice out of sympathy for me. Boooo Hoooo I am low today. Felt like everything I contributed was negative or boring or selfish and so decided to keep quiet, letting everyone talk around me. birth pools, perineums, doulas. I just have no confidence at the moment, control seems to be out of reach as things are moving on but my head is still somewhere else.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Anyway we are meeting up, week after next I am sure I will feel better next time, it is just the finishing work thing, I emailed everyone (NCT) to tell them my email address and to apologise for not responding to anything as I hadn't received it. Felt better and more grown up after doing that. Is it because I am different to everyone that I feel this way? Is it because they are all quite well healed with giant conservatories and aga's to make basil and sundried tomatoe tarts, or is it because my baby wasn't born from my egg, that I am a fake NCT member. I am sure it is just my hormones. (Randomly and talking of hormones breast feeding hormones are different to oestrogen and progesteron hence me being able to breast feed when the babies born, could be the oxytocin that is realeased but can't remember.....what a surprise) DG kindly reminded me it is prolactin that triggers the milk supply here is a link <a href="http://www.kellymom.com/bf/supply/milkproduction.html">www.kellymom.com/bf/supply/milkproduction.html</a> for those of you who like me are devoid of oestrogen and progesterone and worry about breast feeding.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Today I just blend into the wallpaper and disappear. Just me and the baby bump away from the maddening crowds, problem is, without the maddening crowds I will go mad.</span></p><br /><p><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-89589380713238644432007-09-14T09:18:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:07.691-08:00Engaged for lift off at 32 weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IGE9FsgKTpC4tIIpL4wcTLqszqey006u0Xwp4pEYg96uIR7WAuyHbRRzMk1PPkrDbXNUY5rlrakWnF2VDIEigH1QNadjrj5ItMvGchn9-StamCZ1sOe7oav-71g-HwGvk1rEuOj2tpAl/s1600-h/chp_rocket.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110097974805623874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IGE9FsgKTpC4tIIpL4wcTLqszqey006u0Xwp4pEYg96uIR7WAuyHbRRzMk1PPkrDbXNUY5rlrakWnF2VDIEigH1QNadjrj5ItMvGchn9-StamCZ1sOe7oav-71g-HwGvk1rEuOj2tpAl/s200/chp_rocket.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">Had my 32 week scan and A/C appt today, finally saw the doctor that I am under and she didn't feel concerned about anything. Scan was all good and baby growing well all doing well. I am slightly aneamic so prescribed iron, forgot to mention that I am already taking pregnancy vitamins so will check to see if it is ok to take with it if not I will just take the iron and folic acid.</span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Apparently the head is engaged, she didn't seem worried and said that it doesn't mean anything is underway. I did wake with reptitive abdominal pain the other night, which I mentioned and she told me to call if the pain came back and was more consistent. Am excited although concerned if it does mean things are underway as I am still only 32 weeks and GOSH did say I was at risk of pre term labour, but I wasn't going to bring that up with the doctor, she had read my notes anyway. She even suggested that perhaps I didn't need to see them again. I did say I had one more scan and appt at 36weeks and she said that was fine.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Better order that travel system then just in case!</span></p><br /><div><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-13611197681312140002007-08-26T08:34:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:07.941-08:00The breast I can do apparently. 29 weeks.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEIWJcViX6CN5uIQKc552Jti7aBaHtDsnDRph2JUKOUokcI42GTuX68CcvwsQoD9pWdRFxAaCyCCAplr9OG7DsBWZuDvAfihlMf7aIxJmBevTBWnftIxehlx2cQq_HfSdBMcpxh5jU6Iy/s1600-h/17096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103034978304751314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEIWJcViX6CN5uIQKc552Jti7aBaHtDsnDRph2JUKOUokcI42GTuX68CcvwsQoD9pWdRFxAaCyCCAplr9OG7DsBWZuDvAfihlMf7aIxJmBevTBWnftIxehlx2cQq_HfSdBMcpxh5jU6Iy/s200/17096.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">So the UCLH replied to my letter asking about breast feeding after the pregnancy. I thought perhaps that once the pregnancy was over and the baby was born my hormones would go back to nothing and I may not be able to breast feed and the baby blues would be a tidal wave of despair.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Apparently according to the consultant I liase with, she advised that perhaps after 6 weeks once breast feeding has been established that I could have a hormone patch for HRT and that I could arrange an appointment for this if I wanted, which was very re assuring. Apparently cancer survivors/menopausal women who have had egg donation IVF still can breast feed. Although she did say that it is not particularly easy the first time round for anyone! At least I could give it a shot though.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Totally irrelevant but baby has been quite quiet today, thank goodness for my doppler, could reccomend to anyone who may feel that they might worry through a pregnancy to get one off ebay!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">May drink some coffee later and some ice cream apparently that can get baby shifting about.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;">x</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-84074273323562446472007-08-24T07:06:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:08.170-08:00Is it me?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU714_wBRYj8ITZcVk3alHcfOldVHcU_N9P1OuZgcQy9JfS16f0J6G23Kd2R2U4tGjsYik0xy4ssLsGEQTSDgiD37OaQNO4AO8PUuXGVQhxSZZTQdhOLGgu5UxqwTbk2dAXB0t4FDFK6kx/s1600-h/question%2520mark.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102269159866070722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU714_wBRYj8ITZcVk3alHcfOldVHcU_N9P1OuZgcQy9JfS16f0J6G23Kd2R2U4tGjsYik0xy4ssLsGEQTSDgiD37OaQNO4AO8PUuXGVQhxSZZTQdhOLGgu5UxqwTbk2dAXB0t4FDFK6kx/s200/question%2520mark.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Just got a phone call from my midwife asking me how my hospital appointment went and whether I had an appointment to see her. (the surgery had lost my appointment I made for the 30th Aug).</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The appointment sorted she went on to ask me if the hospital had discussed the birth with me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">'Er no'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Oh this is ridiculous, they should of discussed this with you at 28 weeks' she said</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Well I have to say I did have a bit of a moan at them about the way things are being done, or not being done and he just said that 'everyone does things differently'' </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Who did you see?'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Sorry can't remember his name, it's a different person everytime I go there'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Did they take your 28 week bloods?'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'No, they gave me a form to take to you to do at our next appointment'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'When your 30 weeks?'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Yes, he said 28 weeks, 30 weeks it doesn't matter'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'They should of done it at the clinic, this is crazy'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I must admit I looked at my maternity notes and noticed I should have had discussions with my midwife regarding breast feeding at 28 weeks and discussions of the birth and alsorts, I should of filled in a form saying what meds I want at the birth etc etc.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">So it actually appears I am not even getting the care a normal run of the mill pregnancy gets.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Did they take your 24hr urine collection'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Yes but the doctor said I didn't need to do that anymore unless my U and E's are high'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'So who implemented the 24 hr urine collecton?'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'The consultant I should of seen from the beginning who was going on GOSH's concerns over my renal impairment'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Oh right well she is on leave until next week hopefully you will see her next time'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">In the front of my maternity notes there is a note from the NHS stipulating the quality their maternity services offer, one of which is 'consistency of care'.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I just keep asking myself if it is me? Am I the one who is not doing what they should be doing, I begin to get paranoid that I am becoming a paranoid moaning pain in the backside for the people who do such good work, but it appears the midwife is now getting concerned at what should be happening, which sort of re assures me that a) she is on the case and b)I am not a paranoid hyper condriact.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The midwife seemed very apologetic and I feel re assured that she is on the case at least, none the less, it does rock my otherwise calm steady boat that was just sailing out of the dock of NHS despair into NHS appreciation.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Lets just hope my boat doesn't sink!</span><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-12812020687061616302007-08-19T10:18:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:08.314-08:00Nice Hospital Staff - 28 weeks (+3 days)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RJKUO_HovdKhZs4Ixz34eQ4ArMW_7nD06Ot65yyGIeZcqDIoUv1LIfnQXkxYI5DEeqd_SdrIN2oE2xfTevWpxHMHWA0go3EKE2j6roOqDgNV8UDQqxPujsZfysB6XJWlgh8vvB04XsOP/s1600-h/pregnant_tummy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100463650104112818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RJKUO_HovdKhZs4Ixz34eQ4ArMW_7nD06Ot65yyGIeZcqDIoUv1LIfnQXkxYI5DEeqd_SdrIN2oE2xfTevWpxHMHWA0go3EKE2j6roOqDgNV8UDQqxPujsZfysB6XJWlgh8vvB04XsOP/s200/pregnant_tummy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Well it is definately there and growing and looking like a baby bump as oppose to looking like I have just consumed my body weight in pies, although my body weight in drumsticks and refreshers could be consumed without any problem at the moment but my teeth are suffering ( not to mention the e numbers for the baby) and I have to try and restrain myself and draw a line to the 'going with what my body cries out for' excuse. </span><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Went for 28 week scan on Friday, everything fine, enough fluid, heart pumping away everything where it should be, baby definately not conforming, back to us, legs crossed in typical fetal position and feet hiding the crucial piece of evidence,</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">they are trying to tell us something and so is everyone we talk to when we say we want to know the sex, 'Well we just wanted a healthy baby, that didn't matter to us' </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(let me just go into a corner and hide my head in shame how dare I be so callous, of course the babies health matters more than anything else in the world and we really don't care whether it is a boy or a girl, but we would like to know if possible......she says coyly feeling immense guilt and beating herself several times on the back with a rolled up copy of mother and baby, 'bad mummy, bad mummy') </span></p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Perhaps the baby has tuned into</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">my credit card frequency(?) and has sensed my desire to use it in Monsoon in the sale for the little dresses teasingly hanging in all of their netted pretty glory ( yes from 0 - 3 months!) begging me to buy them and has decided, for my own good, that knowing their sex would open up a whole pandoras box of spending one way or the other. Once baby comes I will be too knackered and will not care what the cuteness factor of the clothes are and whether it was bought by mummy or not (although I am buying the first cuddly toy come hell or high water, just won't be the pretty rag dolls I have seen I guess) (but how sexist....more guilt) so baby is wise and knows it's mummy too well already.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">At the antenatal clinic appointment I saw another doctor I had never seen before and who hadn't read my notes and when he asked me whether I had any questions I got everything off my chest, my concerns at not seeing the person I am under since being pregnant (he told me she was on leave, but I heard her talking to another couple in the lobby), having to explain to everyone that I do see, why I am having certain checks etc etc, felt better afterwards but also felt like I have to let go, leeeeeeeeeeet go. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">They after all are ALL professionals, probably dealing with real problem pregnancies, looking after people who haven't had it easy, who are in real danger. i have to dismount the soap box and trust in the NHS, and trust that my body can do this, that if it's going to be natural then they must think my body can cope with it, I have got to stop living my pregnancy through my past medical history, stop harping back to concerns GOSH made years ago, things have changed and they are checking me, that is the main thing they are monitoring me, I have to be nice and appreciate all that is being done and not give them a hard time, their jobs are demanding enough without me rattling off my paranoia.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">There is also a consideration that there is an element of guilt that I had egg donation IVF and perhaps they look upon this as taking the place of a 'normal' pregnancy, eating up funds that someone else could use, I am sure this is not the case but it is there in the depths of the back of my mind, but I guess if they don't read my notes then perhaps they may not even pick up on this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Anyway, so far all has been fine, kidneys, ticker (paranoia - not quite so good). So I have a new resolve, let the poor bastards just get on with their job, lets face it, they do a great one really given what they have to put up with. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">A leap of faith into the hands of those who mean to do well. I shall just continue doing my bit, eating healthy (ok maybe the refreshers aren't included in that bit) doing exercise, drinking water (when I remember) and trying not to freak out about my body and it's ability to give birth naturally.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Breathe in Love for the NHS breathe out a desire to refer them to my exhaustive notes everytime I see them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">x</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(I am nice and do think happy thoughts)!</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img height="92" alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" width="518" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-69310657616634845062007-07-27T11:24:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:08.487-08:00On the red stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnHugTsssskcoSX1zL_v7u7CszZ_LTc5nM3wqSOWWadEqMWcT3506ziqPGkj-Pu4cC0ag7cqTpmeeWqfvLogjeIi9c0YS1p65Y3yECfQkwe0r2P9yypaEudZGo5zdHHo6iVQYDO4UdDpo/s1600-h/cranberries.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091944603272863394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="140" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnHugTsssskcoSX1zL_v7u7CszZ_LTc5nM3wqSOWWadEqMWcT3506ziqPGkj-Pu4cC0ag7cqTpmeeWqfvLogjeIi9c0YS1p65Y3yECfQkwe0r2P9yypaEudZGo5zdHHo6iVQYDO4UdDpo/s200/cranberries.jpg" width="124" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">So I have a kidney infection.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Hopefully my, not so efficient kidneys, will get rid of it but unfortunately I have been put on antibiotics.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Am exceedingly worried about the state of the NHS though, I know my mind should be on my haggered old kidneys but the consultant I saw right at the beginning of my pregnancy said I should, as requested by GOSH, have a cardiogram at 28 weeks, I have not had anything from a hospital to say that this referral has been made, on top of that my notes haven't been filled in proparly and the wrong patient number has been put on everything, so I had to phone the local hospital to find out what has happened to my 28 week cardio check today.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'oh where were you having that?'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'I don't know! Surely that is what I should be told by you'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Oh well, I shall have to look into it, we have two midwives off with personal problems at the moment and noone seems to know what is going on'.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Well I realise it must be tricky, but I am always having to sort this stuff out myself and end up chasing you, surely these referrals should be made automatically after the decision to make a referral has been made'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'So why do you need a echocardiogram?'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">And so the sorry story is retold again, my history, my radioactive bits, the risks...........all of it, all over again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She assures me she will follow it up, I ask to see the person I should of seen at the beginning of my pregnancy at the next appointment I have on 17th August, the person I saw before struggled with English (not that thats a big deal) but wasn't sure on what he was doing and kept having to to leave the room to check with the person that I should of seen who was obviously busy with someone else.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">It is very worrying I do hope the birth is going to be alright, having watched the 'Desptaches' program on telly 'Undercover mother' showing the understaffing and lack of funds in the maternity sector, 2 midwives between 18 females on a maternity ward or something and one woman being left to give birth on her own, while the midwife raced around all the other patients, she intermittently checked on the woman but failed to notice the baby was breech because she was so busy, the baby died. That was just one example.......bloody hell.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I know I am scaring myself, and these programs are always dramatised, I am sure the local hospital is fine and all these hiccups will now be resolved, infact the appt came through today after my phone call and a few phone calls while we were on holiday, I have a cardio booked for the 13th August, and my midwife is seeing me every 3 weeks now, sometimes less.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I have developed terrible chest pains since we came back from Wales, got it checked out and apparently it's muscular, they checked all my vitals and things are fine I just have to sit it out, just a normal pregnancy pain thing I think, having never really had indigestion I thought it might be that but apparently not, bloody painful though whatever it is, maybe the babies on a nerve or something. Anyway, feel like such a princess worry pants, wish I wasn't.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Midwife appointment tomorrow to see if the infections gone and to ease my paranoid mind.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-9514649352746080312007-07-15T14:13:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:08.665-08:00Yes sir thats my baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGX1tpaHG5ZGlUL8AEqLU5YdijEIdI6XGUepe6CJLrEC3x9WTc3dvqXN3M7PyCOyPsuypQSgytcX6kcol0Oov_E9zLH7WqUtqSrKwzL57kn9mkAzZ28W67theSvWFJj8IrmCY66k-y_eHe/s1600-h/booties%2520web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087536032050367154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGX1tpaHG5ZGlUL8AEqLU5YdijEIdI6XGUepe6CJLrEC3x9WTc3dvqXN3M7PyCOyPsuypQSgytcX6kcol0Oov_E9zLH7WqUtqSrKwzL57kn9mkAzZ28W67theSvWFJj8IrmCY66k-y_eHe/s200/booties%2520web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I took a good friend out for lunch yesterday, or rather attempted to. She ended up paying as the place we went to didn't take cards and my uslessness had prevented me from being organised and getting cash.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She had just split up with her live in boyfriend and we were catching up on everything. She is fine, woman power, she has in abundance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">On the way home she asked me in the car.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'So will your baby have spanish blood?'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I paused for a moment to think the romantiscism of having an anonymous spanish donor wasn't enough, for the first time, I felt a little uncomfortable.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Yes, I suppose it will, it is sad to think that it won't have my genes, but yes it will, and I will celebrate the childs origins as it gets older, will teach it Spanish from age 4, play spanish music, spanish childrens songs....'</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Suddenly I felt sad, almost as if my baby belonged to someone else, I had never felt that before it was confusing, I was almost cross with my friend for bringing this up. I felt that this was all private between us as a family.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">My friend had been discussing this with a mutual friend of ours, she started saying how children should be told the truth from the start, and that if my baby wanted to find the spanish genetic connection she would regardless of anonymity. This also made me feel sad, the baby wasn't even born yet and already I was worrying about her/him going off and bumping into their genetic link building a relationship and not thinking of me as their mother anymore. How crazy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The conversation got on to the lack of open mindedness of egg donation in the UK, the concerns over treatment and the way it is done here and culminated in me saying how I think everyday how lucky I am to have this baby growing inside of me. The other way I look at it is that part of me has almost become part of the baby, that we are intertwined, no matter what people say I know they will be mine, our baby that we are having together, but now I feel frustrated that i didn't say to my friend that my blood has sustained this baby throughout the pregnancy and that they have part of me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I have decided to let the friends discuss it amongst themselves if they want to I know what I believe and I know how I want to bring my child up and what exposure they will have to their origins, the 'hen' book will be brought and the conversation will happen. It did hurt though, my friend bringing it all up, I guess I will never be able to forget the true roots of how all this occured, but it will be celebrated no matter how sad it feels sometimes.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-89801574079751548512007-07-03T14:03:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:08.781-08:00La Femme Possible<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJmtrzlfEiI7EhtfW7jwDgTi4v5H1VrM-z8nqDY8cIE0Jnsqju_ddBnJK95vzLCKa9glFhidqLpNfpFK-Zhb4howvwnxpkP_15saMDRz-7bh2a_y19jLOXOllLIB2jv7h85urbOipaRFZ/s1600-h/fabgmf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083080262343343778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJmtrzlfEiI7EhtfW7jwDgTi4v5H1VrM-z8nqDY8cIE0Jnsqju_ddBnJK95vzLCKa9glFhidqLpNfpFK-Zhb4howvwnxpkP_15saMDRz-7bh2a_y19jLOXOllLIB2jv7h85urbOipaRFZ/s200/fabgmf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Heart has four chambers and all looks peachy,</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">and if it is a she, she is a little minx who doesn't conform for nobody. (Bit like her mother). Firstly she lay on her arm so we couldn't see that, I had to jiggle around the waiting room like some kind of tribal ritual, shimmying as if my life depended on it, G sat down and grabbed at 'Heat' even though he wasn't reading it ( I am sure it was upside down), pretending he had no idea who this weird woman was that was following him around shaking her stuff in a strange sort of mating strutt.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">We go back for a second shot, ok, arm has surfaced and so has hand, fingers and everything, spine looking good, brain looking good everything doing as it should. (Apart from the placenta which is looking slightly low but another scan in a month, the big 28 week scan where they will be able to tell whether I am going to be ok birth wise and heart wise and all that palava)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">So now the finale, little princess or little prince........</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Legs, teasingly not quite far enough apart to allow the scanning lady full confidence in making a sex announcement, although </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">'I can't see anything so it is likely that, hmm I can't see anything' </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I looked</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I am sure I saw some girlie bits 'It does look very much like a........'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">'Hmm yes I wouldn't like to say 100% but yes it does look that way'</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">So without saying very much at all our little baby could well be a little girly, which we are obviously very happy with, well we would be happy either way, we are so extreeeeeeemly lucky to be where we are staring at a shadowy figure on a black screen outlining the shape of our little one, slowly getting fatter, looking more and more like a baby, when the scanner first made contact with the freezing jelly the first we saw was the mouth opening up for a gigantic yawn.Well Hotel Uterus never boasted a vast array of entertainment, but so far, I guess it is cosy enough to keep you from walking out in disgust. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thats my girl.</span><br /></p><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-15155220982938987192007-06-21T10:26:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:08.879-08:0020 weeks today !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNY_oIyRBewFZbO22HR_LLib_GFBiALTbh-tWe-XZyxdknsT8EG0yZIeICx7HyGzbzFTK0VrnQTIYvIXMXJzSsoFGcE7xJkKoec_dec4vvAk0I4eZe7wIfqkH6u2HRCFZTe8BJMizehQSR/s1600-h/Solstice7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078578076987665442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNY_oIyRBewFZbO22HR_LLib_GFBiALTbh-tWe-XZyxdknsT8EG0yZIeICx7HyGzbzFTK0VrnQTIYvIXMXJzSsoFGcE7xJkKoec_dec4vvAk0I4eZe7wIfqkH6u2HRCFZTe8BJMizehQSR/s200/Solstice7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">To Summer<br />O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,Oft pitched'st here thy goldent tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.<br />Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">on s</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">ome bank beside a river clear, throw thy Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.<br />Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.</span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">by William Blake </span><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a></p><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-48129869582148613552007-06-16T06:40:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:09.007-08:00The baby boogie 19wks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuRHxc17nJK1KhYa_rYC8f4X8fNv9gdQBqRTMKc4rJkjTniQHTHhqNsDU72mYXRGPn8qItuL7zhG-rg1xrcTBOhwpKPP3i3mCM8r6-tPICe4ay6KBGNVFcIAu96Ly_5GebK1BOTYy_6gZ/s1600-h/baby%2520foot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076657612426030066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJuRHxc17nJK1KhYa_rYC8f4X8fNv9gdQBqRTMKc4rJkjTniQHTHhqNsDU72mYXRGPn8qItuL7zhG-rg1xrcTBOhwpKPP3i3mCM8r6-tPICe4ay6KBGNVFcIAu96Ly_5GebK1BOTYy_6gZ/s200/baby%2520foot.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">Well it may not be as intense as the picture but the baby is certainly shifting around now, it is amazing how it is beginning to reinforce things for me, that perhaps I am having a baby after all!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">As I approach my 20 week mark on Thursday, we find out (Tues 3rd July) (fingers crossed) whether I will be buying pink or blue stuff for the room, and more importantly whether the baby is alright in the cramped living quarters. I had my quad test results back and they were negative. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I just can't believe my luck. Am finally beginning to enjoy the prospect of being a mother as the reality draws nearer and nearer and I start to realise that my worrying may just be uneccesary, I yearn for the 25 week day that I can really punch the air with glee that should our baby come early at least they may have a chance to breathe outside of the little red world it has been nestling in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I guess I will start doing antenatal classes and things, as well soon. Have also started to produce milk which is something I just never thought my little tiny bee stings would ever do, neither did G.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I have begun to look for things to buy and will compile a list to spread costs. Shopping. My favourite past time and now I am shopping for two!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-58494108720663525542007-06-09T07:33:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:09.161-08:00Is there womb to move?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcq4OaC6mV8wRXkh8UiGwbD1YM954miL1GX7J3nq4NFVqig_ZmJyq6r8NYZTlQDVRIClQj9c_PDuMiiyTzwuTb7tFskWmbY7HtmktAD9d9AVwabaNPjfLoLFbLJWSQ3hnx7UPpt5aqexX/s1600-h/womb.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074074833842580450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcq4OaC6mV8wRXkh8UiGwbD1YM954miL1GX7J3nq4NFVqig_ZmJyq6r8NYZTlQDVRIClQj9c_PDuMiiyTzwuTb7tFskWmbY7HtmktAD9d9AVwabaNPjfLoLFbLJWSQ3hnx7UPpt5aqexX/s200/womb.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">So a friends wedding yesterday and instead of feeling full of pregnancy vibes I was wishing everyone would stop talking about it, I knew everyone meant well but that is all they would talk about with me. I started to feel like abit of a side show.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Roll up roll up look how the skinny lady who couldn't have children now parades a little bump of child, come see how ridiculously tiny it is, marvel at her future of medical check ups, come place your bets' </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I am blessed to have such wonderfully caring friends but if I told one person I told a MILLION, 'Yes we had IVF, yes I have to have check ups, yes I am happy, yes I am very lucky, yes I am nervous, yes we had to have help' </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">I was even boring myself talking about it so why anyone else found it interesting. I took myself to the dance floor and went mad, bumping and grinding and leaping about like a mad person, poor baby, although my baby I am sure wouldn't mind me dancing about to a few well known cheesy numbers I expect they were swimming about having a great time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">A friend of mine noted how guilt was the running theme for her from pregnancy onwards, suddenly everything she did she felt guilty that she hadn't done it proparly and wasn't doing enough and all that stuff, I know what she means, I felt guilty for leaping around, guilty for not having any breakfast this morning and guilty for lifting things and these different forms of guilt happen on a daily basis, am I eating enough, putting on enough wieght, stretching enough, big enough, relaxed enough....... Probably more so that I have been longing for a baby for so long I should be dressing in cotton wool and getting in touch with my baby every second of the day.</span></p><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-73523811421812685332007-05-29T13:34:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:09.401-08:00Princess reigns again.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ibV_yUT3jInQDx4O34-nXnr6K_SxWl8c5s5ExL8gdEWHyU7-prX69WULqd40v619mepFCKMdzewG-cCKXLxEEhsgr29mwh6Ej5KLCvbEFg92mgJg0NOdkiLmKmCiNExvilnnS1qy8szS/s1600-h/princess.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070084643005772674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ibV_yUT3jInQDx4O34-nXnr6K_SxWl8c5s5ExL8gdEWHyU7-prX69WULqd40v619mepFCKMdzewG-cCKXLxEEhsgr29mwh6Ej5KLCvbEFg92mgJg0NOdkiLmKmCiNExvilnnS1qy8szS/s200/princess.bmp" width="213" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Feel a tad embarassed at being such a horrendous princess over my precious pregnancy.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Went to the doctors today to check the bleeding out.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">She felt my abdomen and did a doppler and listened to me droning on about my history etc etc....( I am sure I caught her yawning) we both came to the conclusion a scan would at least tell us if the placenta was low lying which could cause a bleed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Spain emailed me back Ruth said 'progesterone should most definately not be needed in this stage of pregnancy' </span></p><p>ooooooooops</p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">So won't be doing that again (although did stop the bleed so perhaps in emergencies I would). (so only for the first 12 weeks should progesterone bullets be used to stop bleeding.)</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Must make a conscious effort not to be a Princess and try and be as normal pregnancy as possible, try not to worry at every single sight of red (although is hard). My dodgy old uterus has done well so far, I just hope it can last the distance which is why I jump at every opportune moment, grabbing the phone like a pyscho, desperate to stop the possible radiation damage from shattering all my dreams. (Even though it saved my life, and I would not have dreams if I hadn't been nuked all those years ago).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Anyway throughout all of my panic Baby was chilling out and things were peachy in floaty baby world according to doppler.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Am booked in for scan tomorrow at 9 am anyway, I hope sound waves don't damage the baby, as the poor thing has been blasted with them on a regular basis recently due to their panic stricken mother.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Can't wait to have the little one out of there in some ways, I am sure hotel Uterus will prove me to be a paranoid wreck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I hope so anyway.</span></p><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-30533930479792649762007-05-28T08:51:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:09.631-08:00Helping your self.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HmeoyosOTkSe9lzt_gSvvViBj4Ye1ILGZySinTqhZuILu2TykYOxz0N3PmKfdS4l7X9Fa897eh9IM5hHy51UGQSu-f_4k4E5z1AYWeL3cU08NyAlb3I0OWWVvKea2GdCJd9CjfOX4C3t/s1600-h/strong_woman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069640732365927282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3HmeoyosOTkSe9lzt_gSvvViBj4Ye1ILGZySinTqhZuILu2TykYOxz0N3PmKfdS4l7X9Fa897eh9IM5hHy51UGQSu-f_4k4E5z1AYWeL3cU08NyAlb3I0OWWVvKea2GdCJd9CjfOX4C3t/s200/strong_woman.jpg" width="213" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">The red did not re appear over night, but in the morning I went to the loo, pink.......wipe....pink.....wipe a sudden rush of red....I suddenly became overwhelmed with worry that something was definately wrong.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I had been going through my maternity records, half of which I had to fill in myself as the midwife had forgotten to fill them in and had put the wrong patient number on. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Anyway I knew what number to call when I needed to ask for help, as it was stuck on the front of the notes, labelled pregnancy queries.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I phoned the hospital.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Yes maternity ward' Cripes I wasn't expecting an answer, it was the number for pregnancy queries. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I explained my concern and my history, she told me to phone the on call GP for a referral. my voice was wobbling, I was beginning to well up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I phoned the GP and broke down, G had to take the phone from me and try and translate through my tears. A doctor would call me in 30 minutes. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I lay down and G went to make me some herbal tea. I got out the doppler, heart beat was fine, THANK GOD FOR DOPPLERS. I felt the biggest kick of all which made me jump too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">GP called</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'So whats been happening with you then' he said as if talking to a small child.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I went through my history, the blood clot the blood today. The climax of the call resulted in me agreeing there was nothing they could do, if I am going to bleed I am going to bleed. I acknowledged that a scan wouldn't help although would enlighten perhaps the reason for the bleed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">In my head I was weighing up the reasons, and summised it could be a drop in hormones or something, I told the GP I still had some progesterone pessaries and was considering putting one in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">'Well I don't see how that could help' he said in a mumbled sort of I-don't-really-undertand- egg-donation-IVF-and-why-you-would-do-that kind of way.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The problem is with my situation is it is all so up in the air, there is no reason why egg donation can't be a normal pregnancy unless you have a radioactive uterus which you are not sure will stretch that far, radioactive heart and damaged kidneys and no naturally produced hormones.(although hopefully placenta is doing alright)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I thanked the GP for his time, he told me to call straight away if it got worse and so I knew it was down to me to look after myself and do what I felt would be the right thing to do to stop the bleeding, like a little mantra Ruths voice was in my head 'Just pop in a progesterone pessary and see if that helps' I asked G what he thought and he agreed we should do it. So I did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Guilt ridden for going against the doctor we drove down to the coast to get a blast of sea air. I hoped the pessary would'nt overdose me with progesterone and upset the baby or something.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The bleeding stopped, perhaps it was a drop in progesterone, who knows, I shant do another one unless the bleed comes back, may email Spain if this is the case to see what Ruth thinks, sometimes I feel so lonely in the NHS like abit of a misfit where noone really knows how to help me when things like this happen. Ruth is great though and I know she won't mind me emailing her for advice, she has really been my sanctuary in times of need as well as Great Ormond Street. Having to go through your entire back catalogue of illness and possible problems everytime you phone for help is really hard sometimes, makes you feel like you are wasting peoples time and being a drama queen.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The only thing that worries me is I do have a slight back pain on my left side, I just hope maybe I am growing and that is what caused it, who knows, as long as the little one is alright that is all that matters.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">My advice to those venturing on the ED IVF. When you order your prescripton for the cyclogest pessaries do it online for your surgery if you can and always order more than you need so you have a small stash when you finish your first trimester, for red blips.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I do hope this is a blip, I can't let this little one go.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">H x</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-27584688918658036562007-05-27T12:55:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:09.761-08:00The dreaded red is back.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0TRY8o-FWNsu7jRjc1We833yaItpDWlBK_hxOfWywlsZFDQhfCTZ4G6BbL8s_82SYV2ndPxCD6jbERd4_8iLDx4fEYmL_YjYQQkZ3uzX-W8sq4hZfn1zg_Rk9PS1zYukymOLH07Z5Z7U/s1600-h/CELL-Red-Blood-Cell-150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069332628591981410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0TRY8o-FWNsu7jRjc1We833yaItpDWlBK_hxOfWywlsZFDQhfCTZ4G6BbL8s_82SYV2ndPxCD6jbERd4_8iLDx4fEYmL_YjYQQkZ3uzX-W8sq4hZfn1zg_Rk9PS1zYukymOLH07Z5Z7U/s200/CELL-Red-Blood-Cell-150.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Went to the loo and there it was the red I have been dreading to see, a tiny little, clot of red. No pain, although have had weird sudden little things going on today.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I am in a house full of friends we have had a lovely lazy day. crazy thoughts like I had a glass of wine with my lunch go through my mind, threading a wire of guilt. I know it is mad, I know and hope this is a blip, but equally my luck could run out. I am 16 weeks and I guess after disappearing upstairs to frantically look on the net for answers I see that perhaps it could be linked to the monthly cycle or something, or could be a clot behind the placenta. The other more sinister concern is the fact my uterus maybe stretching too much, perhaps it is going to snap like an elastic band, I just don't know.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Whatever it is I hope it is going to be ok, I have had visions of me waking in the night having to call an ambulance or something. I am being dramatic I am sure but shall get out all relevant numbers just in case.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">The thought of a miscarriage happening now more than before is frightening, I am trying to stay calm, G is very laid back and says he is sure it is nothing to worry about, but I just think it could be the beginning of something..................my luck running out perhaps. </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Used the doppler and the babys heart is normal which is re assuring, just concerned by the clotty spotting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Oh please please please let the red go away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-18939972245567670502007-05-24T10:25:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:09.909-08:00Full of organic goodness (hmmmmm) 16 wks.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJN78UIoSh7XVRcYU_E_IH_roTE3xHsIyjzzvwTiGBqGxAMlbEGjvtkn-iQIfiYOWVZvEG21D07mg_TUzHfIN2k_L1RGrPPAYpP1bgKXTRXYIKdyGsnQ8UdxGE3UdouAhiHGM6yRH2G5U/s1600-h/BAC_junkfood.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068180271686595410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="148" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrJN78UIoSh7XVRcYU_E_IH_roTE3xHsIyjzzvwTiGBqGxAMlbEGjvtkn-iQIfiYOWVZvEG21D07mg_TUzHfIN2k_L1RGrPPAYpP1bgKXTRXYIKdyGsnQ8UdxGE3UdouAhiHGM6yRH2G5U/s200/BAC_junkfood.jpg" width="278" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">Anyone that knows me, knows that I love my healthy food and try to be as organic as possible. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Now I thought, with bumpette, I would be even more so.......eager for the healthy option.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Instead I find myself buying 'Vesta Paella'...... in bulk..... of course I work in a school and so I thought, treat the kids to a sweetie each for half term so bought bumper pack of hideously unhealthy lollipops, I nearly leant forward at the checkout to whisper to the man, 'It's not all for me you know'. Riddled with guilt, bought equally large pack of strawberries and a large 'Superfoods' smoothie for me after my processed paella consumption.......yes ironic it is paella.....indulged in delicious tapas the other day too....hmmmmmmm. </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Mind you I think Bumpette likes red thai curry actually, I make a mean red thai curry, tastes just like the real thing, and I reeeeeeally fancied it last night, it was the most movement I have felt so far in one hit, squirming around doing a little dance, at least I hope it was a dance of pleasure and not a frantic 'bare foot on hot coals moment'.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Bless.</span></p><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-36066285706134630022007-05-19T08:12:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:10.091-08:00Grateful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglp3Ux_a24BMxOv_iohSU-HbsNMOvCdlyXKXwBsKGT4ZW6JcFOgpYfOjRdZf1TYCZeEBaAR8lYzeEVngl_4ObskZbr-6i-yjmJNEf44yh-nyBbYenBQwUNZjI7Kqqfd84SqIx-r4MaqPI4/s1600-h/1113598441.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066290365817271106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglp3Ux_a24BMxOv_iohSU-HbsNMOvCdlyXKXwBsKGT4ZW6JcFOgpYfOjRdZf1TYCZeEBaAR8lYzeEVngl_4ObskZbr-6i-yjmJNEf44yh-nyBbYenBQwUNZjI7Kqqfd84SqIx-r4MaqPI4/s200/1113598441.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;">The world can be so cruel to so many.</span></div><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Reading blogs of miscarriages and hoplesness I feel sad for those who are going through that and am angry for myself for getting so aggreivated over such meaningless things like my work, getting caught up in the small stuff and letting the bigger picture get blurry through the lack of focus on what is important.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I have been so caught up in the politics of work and the silliness of it all that I forget to be thankful for what has happened to me, I should be smiling every minute of the day letting the absurdity of work wash over me like a dredge of dirty water, avoiding contact and allowing myself to bask in the sunshine of the pregnancy I have wanted for so long.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I love my little 4.5 inch being already, and I need to keep acknowledging the thanks and love I feel. Perhaps I think it is too good to be true and something will happen that will change it all and then it will be too late. My mind still wonders everytime I go to the loo 'is it going to happen....am I going to see that red on the tissue'.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I have a lump on my wrist that I can't move, on the bone, I instantly think, 'thats it I have bone cancer.....' it has happened since I have been pregnant, so I think it's because of all those hormones that I took or something equally as crazy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I need to remember I am lucky, I am so so lucky, and while I feel a little sad about the lack of true genetic siblings for the little one, I am lucky to of got this far, I am going to give them everything I have got and more.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-26961411124735180062007-05-18T10:09:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:10.246-08:008 Things about me -Been tagged by DG<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia58_OJ5Sgi7CU69doKGtWsUt4xI2PUt4gw-ZUbOyKicqBdTJvKVZK1Bb-jpXejHYK6RzEb91Oc8CKmcs6lkXrsliEDF1fZu8X75luNcCB8vje0l7AxKj1VZ10zX612XUn-u674_ceP0VH/s1600-h/luck-big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065950062673507122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia58_OJ5Sgi7CU69doKGtWsUt4xI2PUt4gw-ZUbOyKicqBdTJvKVZK1Bb-jpXejHYK6RzEb91Oc8CKmcs6lkXrsliEDF1fZu8X75luNcCB8vje0l7AxKj1VZ10zX612XUn-u674_ceP0VH/s200/luck-big.jpg" width="158" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><u>8 Things about me</u></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">1. 8 is my lucky number!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">2. I travelled the world for a year and spent all the money I made when I sold my house at 21. Have never been able to save since, but have some wicked photo's of the world and a tattoo just above my bikini line which is a reminder of the wonderful times spent gallavanting, being free and getting up to mischief.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">3. I have a penchant for all things unexplained and slightly out there....am a bit witchy. 8 embryos, mobile no. 8 from clinic, Had ET day after valentines day (nothing to do with 8 just romantic!), my birthday is on Beltane Eve (fertility festival for May Day)which happened to be when I reached the 12 week mark, am 20 weeks on the summer solstice, baby due few days after bonfire night. (I know abit lame but spooooooooky) Last year I spent the whole year being witchy and attending fertility festivals. Have stopped being witchy so openly now, for fear that people think I may have a screw loose, but I know what I believe and I definately think that nature is a powerful force and still light candles to celebrate the wheel of the year and give my humble thanks to the universe and it's loveliness.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">4. I sometimes think I am cleverer than I actually am, which can get me into trouble, my father is the same. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">5. Cried at the show 'Wicked' based on the Wizard of OZ surrounded by 9 year old girls who were....not crying.......</span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">6. Nearly died once and had visions of being on a mountain looking out over fields from a log cabin on a clear summers day! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">7. Think I think too much</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">8. I once met Rick Astley</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thanks DG, am sending you lots of 8 stuff through the ether </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">x</span></p><p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-33168313779702082472007-05-11T04:40:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:10.405-08:00160 bpm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrwoNJP_LGgBpgNoMHwO4_k7tb-x1g3UGeN14l3CLcNrS9xUyWBVGQ4dB2WY1aabSduNQ9ei_VCob86SKXM_Ho2G6NNqJTgk2pG2m4E_L08GITJEY1_qNCmfphzx0Z1XrfKcdQgX8c7MG/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063266938872607490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifrwoNJP_LGgBpgNoMHwO4_k7tb-x1g3UGeN14l3CLcNrS9xUyWBVGQ4dB2WY1aabSduNQ9ei_VCob86SKXM_Ho2G6NNqJTgk2pG2m4E_L08GITJEY1_qNCmfphzx0Z1XrfKcdQgX8c7MG/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Firstly FANTASTIC NEWS RAE <a href="http://www.brokeneggs.wordpress.com">www.brokeneggs.wordpress.com</a></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I am so excited for all those embarking on the egg donation IVF and for Rae and her results. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I remember all the feelings so well that are being experienced by so many at the moment and it is great to relive them by reading everyones blogs. I really hope everything goes well for everyone I keep everything firmly crossed.</span><br /><br /><p>H X</p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">160 BPM - Diary entry</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">This morning I attached myself to the doppler as I have done on many occasions since buying it when I was about 10 weeks, off ebay. I have never really heard anything apart from my gurgling digestion and some whooshing noises.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Am now stupidly, seriously running low on the ultrasound jelly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">At the first attempt there it was galloping along at 160 bpm it was there for ages fluctuating between 160 and 156 then 165, then for a while stayed at 162. Finally I had got in touch with bean via doppler so I lay and listened to it for a while just enjoying our time together. Well done bean, well done uterus.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Not at work again today. Will face the music on Monday now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Life is just too short!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-69752631081828397732007-05-10T02:07:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:10.514-08:00At one, at 14 weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyac7f6kluKOMM1l4nNTDrlS7qc2CNf4uDv9b8HRCBMIwmBhGw8dvz99u7aTRQ_BcE-O0fvecrEeM4PgmfCEcDxO-biRzF-aB02sK2XmZsLv9qWuaKyTHsBhSTOGJ5O3qFM6VgN_FJ-clB/s1600-h/bed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062857521115116274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="200" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyac7f6kluKOMM1l4nNTDrlS7qc2CNf4uDv9b8HRCBMIwmBhGw8dvz99u7aTRQ_BcE-O0fvecrEeM4PgmfCEcDxO-biRzF-aB02sK2XmZsLv9qWuaKyTHsBhSTOGJ5O3qFM6VgN_FJ-clB/s200/bed.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Attached to my bed, or rather house today, I have a throat thing and am off sick, lost my voice. Is possibly the busiest day at work today and I did debate to go in just for the morning but thought, well, 'I am pregnant' and lifted the duvet back over my head.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Which is something I use quite alot now as G will tell you!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I am becoming a 'Diva' in a bid to just be with my (slowly forming bump now slightly resembling my blog picture)</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Everyone knows, about my pregnancy, there has been no friend left untold, lets hope that does not jinx us.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">G is off for a stag do this weekend so there is going to be oodles of 'me' time, I stupidly bought a doppler and no doubt will be attaching myself to it at some point, apparently now is when I may pick up the sound of beans heart. Yesterday I am sure I felt a flutter at work while I was bent over, took me by surprise, tried to feel it again by shifting about like a mad person trying to get in the same position. Was gone as soon as it came.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Am now off to have a drink and bath and meditate with my CD.</span><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518743364275338210.post-42393096407523010382007-05-04T12:56:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:57:10.627-08:00kicking back at 13 weeks and 1 whole day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vGqHZAMX_4U28AlA63f2dvlGFc6dRmLlG0Sw10Qz4JLjGl-wB0BKDdkr7wv2OVlerN-7bh6IezxsWT6DcAaAXSEYE6EdKwdeuKEpvnZRsfjBx_rwcHoVw65US_xzAtJVUDkSrKqJd7MU/s1600-h/2ELEIFCA4CK3QTCA5YF5PBCA987ZR7CA1UDIJ0CAOAYXZRCA9MZOYQCA1TE567CAD73DNLCANPH87NCAFJM793CACQI936CA8X2UK1CA0Z67YLCAKM4TYVCAOQAPLXCAFU3VTKCA70O9CXCAF8SSRGCASMNE4C.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060797040619631330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="145" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vGqHZAMX_4U28AlA63f2dvlGFc6dRmLlG0Sw10Qz4JLjGl-wB0BKDdkr7wv2OVlerN-7bh6IezxsWT6DcAaAXSEYE6EdKwdeuKEpvnZRsfjBx_rwcHoVw65US_xzAtJVUDkSrKqJd7MU/s200/2ELEIFCA4CK3QTCA5YF5PBCA987ZR7CA1UDIJ0CAOAYXZRCA9MZOYQCA1TE567CAD73DNLCANPH87NCAFJM793CACQI936CA8X2UK1CA0Z67YLCAKM4TYVCAOQAPLXCAFU3VTKCA70O9CXCAF8SSRGCASMNE4C.jpg" width="120" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">I left work driving with a niggling worry about the scan fearing that there will be something to burst the pregnancy bubble.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">I arrived clutching my little history bundle under my arm, relieved to of recieved a full medical report from GOSH, explaining to whoever read it, in no uncertain terms, that I should be handled with kid gloves as bits of me may stop working or drop off, or out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(possible later cardiac problems and kidney stuff), oh I am just a bundle of previous health disasters and no doubt the OBs placed his head in his hands and grabbed the nearest pen with the most ink after reading my little back catalogue.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Anyway, we saw bean, lying there with legs crossed in full relaxation mode looking very at home almost expected to see him/her with headphones on tapping a toe to Mika or something I am sure I saw a little wave.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">So the old uterus is keeping a cosy hotel going, the pillows are plumped and the hot tubs free ( even saw bean drinking some of the fluid, little open and close of mouth, amazing).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">So far so good, the obs said I am to be scanned every month, which is reassuring, apparently when I get to 28 weeks I need to have the old ticker looked at (maybe I could get signed off of work so I can just be with my bump at home)!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Regardless of future things, Obs said that at this point with the scan results etc there is for most, a 90% success, but obviously for me will be slightly less.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">But G and I have allowed for some optimism to creep in. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Have begun discussing whose surname bean would have now, sort of thinking after heavy debate we should of had this conversation a while ago!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Fingers continually crossed.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"><img alt="pregnancy calendar" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev311pr___.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/ticker_main.aspx?date=11/08/2007&ticker=1"><img alt="Nursing Bras at Nurtured Family" src="http://www.nurturedfamily.com/pregnancy_tracker_image1.aspx?date=11/08/2007&amp;amp;color=2&ticker=1" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">This blog is the story of our first cycle of egg donation IVF.</div>Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02060034727167218961noreply@blogger.com1