Just had my sister give me my first shot of menapur. 225ml. To my belly fat. I’m horrible with needles, literally can’t look at them without feeling a bit queasy. So between her (she’s an ambulance worker) and my husband, I’m hoping to avoid giving myself any injections.
Have felt fairly relaxed in the run up to starting IVF. Having completed 3 rounds of IUI, we’re familiar with a process that’s similar. But it’s all become very real – drugs arriving, them eyeballing me from the fridge each time I open the door and now the first one being injected.
I had a conversation with my acupuncturist the other day, she asked me how I was feeling about the impending IVF, I said fine, and I genuinely am. The only anxiety I feel is when I think about the outcome. Not the process.
If it fails – obviously massively deflating.
If it works – worry. Having miscarried last year, I’m not sure how I wouldn’t feel anxious about this happening again.
However… I have a lot of drugs to take, scans and bloods to be checked, egg retrieval, (assumed) fertilisation, embryo transfer and then the dreaded wait before we see whether or not we’ve had any luck!
So, let’s press on 👊
Primarily (atm) a place to rant about infertility - i may throw in an odd light hearted post on other subjects too, who knows?! 
Best of luck!! I’m one week into my 4th IVF now.
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And the same to you 🍀
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