Knock me out

This morning I had a hysteroscopy for no reason.

There was, apparently, a tiny, tiny piece of thing in my womb which was so small that... (and here the nurse who was speaking to me on the phone trailed off)...

Anyway, they measured the womb, sluiced it out with saline solution, and removed the microscopic bit of thing that was in there... and here I am. Fresh, clean, and ready for my embryos. Only I haven't made them yet.

But I'm on the case. This evening I did my first stimulating injection - 300iu of Merional straight in the stomach. Stung a bit, but psychologically it feels great. I'm on the final furlong and in sight of the finish line. In approximately two weeks I should be undergoing the joys of egg collection down in the dungeons of the ARGC.

As previously arranged, I met up with a girl who was having her eggs collected today and who sold me her spare Merional. I gave her £40 for 300iu (which I used tonight) and she threw in some large drawing up needles and a couple of syringes. Thank you, J.

I have to increase my fluid intake from now on but I'm NOT going mad and doing 4 litres per day as I did last cycle. That was over the top since I'm not at risk of OHSS, so I resolved to just do 2-3 litres (including fruit tea, hot chocs, and milk on cereal etc)

I've now been down regulating for 15 days, and AF has now all but dried up. I used the last of my sanitary protections the other day and caught myself thinking, "well I won't be bothering with those again for another 10 months," and then felt guilty for having such a posisitve thought. Why tempt fate? I hastily reasoned that it was more of a hope that a prediction.. (starting to go mad already).