So, The Bean is one and me and him have had a chat (or five) and decided that the time has come to get going with Bean Two.
After the long journey to get pregnant the first time you’d think I would be hunkering down for the long haul, lubing up the perineum, bake-and-freezing cupcakes for the IVF nurses … But I have this in-my-bones feeling that we can do this on our own. We have two embryos frozen from our first cycle so we could just go straight into the easiest of all assisted pregnancies (assuming, assuming all worked out). BUT I just want to TRY! I want to be one of those “Well their daughter was third round IVF and then a year later BAM they just got pregnant naturally, isn’t that amAYzang. Oh my gawd!”.
“Let’s just be spontaneous!” I said, furiously checking my calendar and doing ovulation maths.
Of course I promptly got a lovely itchy case of thrush which I pretended not to notice the beginnings of while doing my ‘come hither face’* to The Bloke. The next morning I had to come clean as a) I had my sperm so no going back and b) I couldn’t ignore it any more as the itch had reached bum-dragging levels (he’s fine by the way, oh and so am I… now). It kept our attempts at a minimum of ONE for the last cycle though so no surprise to get a negative test 14 days later. Sad-but-not-surprised face
So now I’m proper peeing on sticks and plotting on calendars and taking folic acid and thinking about giving up booze and scheduling sex like a proper trier. Lots of positive thoughts. We can still be That Couple.
(Oh, and I’ve scheduled an appointment with the fertility clinic too. Just to check on our ice pops of course…)
*hideous. A bit like Grommit on speed. Very off-putting to The Bloke. He closes his eyes.
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