After one daughter, two years trying to concieve #2, two miscarriages, and enough of doctors fobbing me off, I was told to see a particular doc who sent both myself and DH for tests that same day.

We were then referred to our fertility specialist and had our

first appt in Sep 07 I think. Our specialist was wonderful and way too positive for our liking, she was convinced we would be pregnant by Christmas, wish we could have recorded her words. We were told normal IVF would be the go for us, ICSI if things didn't go so well on the retrieval day.

We starting the nasal sprays (well I did, DH just had to put up with the moodiness). By the way, we were living in different states at this time due to our work.

Sprays came and went, then it was time for the needles. I was so scared, I started shaking when the nurse took the cap off just to show me how to do it (didn't have to do a practice jab or anything). DH was home the night I had to do my first injection, he hid in the lounge room (very queasy) while I took about 20 minutes to pluck up the courage to sink the needle into my flabby spare tyre. It didn't hurt a bit, I had worked myself into a lather of sweat for nothing!!!!

I kept going with the needles, each night doing them carefully, sometimes a little sting, mostly just fine, lots of bruises on the tummy, but all for a good cause right?

I had bloods taken every few days, and ultrasounds to see how the uterus lining was going and the follicles. We had about 15 by the time retrieval came around.

I was sedated for the retrieval, I don't remember any of it. It was painful afterwards, but not as bad as I expected. I remember hearing the nurses coming through recovery telling the people in the two beds beside me what their numbers were, 22 eggs, 17 eggs....sounds good, surely with 15 follicles, we should get a few? We only had 7 eggs. It was like a kick in the guts, how many would fertilise? How would we get a baby from 7???

ICSI was our only option. Then wait for the phone call the next day. DH stayed home from work to look after me (emotionally and physically exhausted). The phone call came, only 5 had fertilised, devastated again.

We were to call again in a couple of days and see how they were going. Of five, only 3 made it to day 3. On day of transfer, only two were of a high enough quality for transfer. Because of my age, FS would only allow me to have one transferred, I was gutted at this decision too! I was willing to take the risk of multiples when we only had to embryos. One was transferred, and the tww began.
 

To cut a long story short, we were very lucky and fell pregnant, and our little angel is now 5 months old, gets into as much as she can and is a reminder to me every day to never give up hope and if you have a feeling something is not right, keep asking until you get your answers!!! I hope this helps someone.