The two weeks that followed that eventful day passed by in something of a blur. Our doctor had called to say it wasn’t necessary to continue the various medicinal protocols they had put me on immediately after the egg harvest. Without question, we accepted her advice and I stopped all meds – not really thinking about the maybe-fertilised eggs that were now floating around in my uterus.
The days stretched on and soon it was the magical window 12-14 days post-insemination window – time for the dreaded test. During my lunch break, I printed off the form the doctor had provided me with and dashed off to the hospital for the blood test.
Feeling like an old hand at this, I quickly passed through reception and went down the stairs to the pathology labs. For whatever reason, although we knew this attempt had as much chance as any of the others of success, we weren’t putting too much stock in it. We were so much more comfortable with a potential negative than before. Maybe it was because we knew, deep down, this wasn’t Plan A – it was the back-up plan – so it didn’t really matter too much if it didn’t come off.
Coming out of my reverie as the nurse called my name, I handed her the form and followed her into the little cubicle, already rolling my sleeve up and beginning to tighten my fist. A few minutes later I was done, taking the stairs two-at-a-time and heading out the automatic doors at the hospital’s reception back to the office.
A few hours later I received the call that a huge part of me had been expecting since the 10th of February – the results had come back negative, I wasn’t pregnant. Our doctor said I should wait until I started my period and then call and make an appointment for a scan so we could plan the next steps in the process. I thanked her, hung up and called Becs to let her know.
We weren’t heart-broken, in fact we were hardly affected at all. It was as if we’d been expecting this all along. When my period started a few days later, I called our doctor as instructed and made an appointment for a follow up appointment and scan.
At the appointment, she outlined the medicinal protocol I’d be going onto in the next few days and gave me the relevant prescriptions. Pills to thicken the lining of my uterus, injections to help with that, more injections to stop my body producing an egg, other pills to tell my body it had produced an egg when in actual fact it hadn’t… She went on to explain that, of the 11 egg sacks they’d harvested, they had managed to take four embryos to day-3 maturity before freezing them for future use.
Over the next two weeks I followed the protocol of daily injections and tablets and, when the lining of my uterus was deemed to be a suitable thickness to welcome an embryo, we scheduled Plan A – the embryo implantation.