A week. That is all. In just one week by our clinic’s standards we will have started our IVF journey. When I say this I mean we will be attending our Patient Information Evening. I really don’t know what to expect from this evening so I’m already a bit anxious. I blame my Anxiety Disorder it makes me worry and anxious way before I should be. That’s probably why I like research so much, so I know all I can know so in nagger anxious over all the “what ifs?” For me these “what ifs” include people. I am not very good at talking to strangers, or even friends. Continue reading
Following on from our good news in March, as I blogged about HERE, we again received good news via letter, but not just one letter or piece of good newsbut two! Our local clinic has processed our IVF eligibility forms and we have been approved for IVF on the NHS. We are also lucky as the information sheet that came with this letter, goes on to say that we will be funded for up to three cycles of IVF and/or six cycles of IUI! The second letter confirmed we had been accepted for NHS funded treatment and that the clinic were now in a position to offer us a place at the next Patient Information Evening. I just had to ring the clinic to arrange this. Continue reading
People don’t usually acknowledge that they are trying to have a baby until they announce they are 12 weeks gone and provide an ultrasound scan picture for you to coo over. I think this makes admitting/acknowledging you are having difficulty trying to conceive harder. How much do you tell people? Have you actually told people? Are you planning on telling people? Questions. Pressures. Continue reading
I found this so inspirational. too much emphasis is placed on being visible beauty and although I’ve never felt comfortable in my skin I never really did anything about it until we were told I had to lose weight for IVF.
I’m now thinner than I have been in years and so close to being the right weight to start our first IVF cycle.
I’m going to use this to remind me that no matter how much I lose what I look like doesn’t mean anything, it’s my personality and outlook that matter. I’m enjoying being thinner but what I’m really proud of is that I found myself along the way. I remembered who I was and what I enjoy!
In my first post, Before, 3 years ago, I said “I’m not to After yet, but I’m closer to After than to Before.”
I now weigh 117 – 120 pounds (depending on the day), and standing at 5-foot 6-inches, that measurement means that After is very, very here. But, before you congratulate me, dear readers…if I have any…and dear friends and family who I know follow this blog… I have to come clean with you: I don’t feel like I’m at After. I’m terrified of being at After. And, I don’t like that After is here.
The tagline of my blog is “uncovering myself one pound at a time.” For most of this blog, I’ve spoken strongly about how my relationship with food and myself was what caused my weight struggles. I stand by that. The thing is, the symptoms have resolved faster than I’ve been able to…
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When trying to conceive it’s hard not to let your imagination run wild. Dreaming of having a baby and what your life will be like. These dreamings are often full of happiness but lately our dreamings have been a dose of reality. Our fight doesn’t end once we have a baby, in fact that starts another battle. Continue reading