Well today is my 28th birthday. I woke up and burst into tears. There was no birthday post and no phone calls, that figures.
I got up, did some ranting on here and went to the IVF clinic. I had to wait for an hour but dd was enjoying herself with the lego bricks.
Then I got called through to this room by this male nurse who said 'Kids, who'd have them?' (in the middle of an infertility clinic - honestly, men!). I started laughing at the tactless joke and hoping the woman nearby wasn't infertile.
Anyway, this guy said he was going to blood test me for FSH (folical stimulating hormone) so he told me to squeeze my hand and then stuck me with a needle. I said 'Ouch!' and my dd glared at him! You should have seen the dirty look she gave him! It was like 'hey you, get off my mummy!' Then she asked me 'Mummy, does needle hurt?' I told her it did. She has no concept of needles and hasn't seen any before.
Then they told me I could go. The first bit is completed. I have to go back in for counselling and HIV tests etc, and then more injections. I am assuming they will phone me when they need me.
Donors are no longer anonomous, which means any child created by my egg could contact me when he's 18. I know this and don't mind, but I guess they want to counsel me first to make sure.
It was very interesting and dd didn't want to go home. She screamed and fell on the floor when I told her we had to go.
I told her I have to have more needles and she said 'no' so she's not too keen on that idea!
Now I am off to my friend's house to try and make this vaguely like a birthday.
