On the way to my appointment this afternoon there was a huge rainbow over the hospital as we drove down the road. Mr B described it as “the fattest” rainbow he had ever seen. He was right, it was fat.
I was very nervous on the drive over. Cramps + heavy bleeding + no pregnancy symptoms does not a calm infertile make. I was having a poignant moment as we drove up to the clinic with my fat rainbow when Mr B pointed at the hospital. Just to note, our hospital looks like the hospital from Garth Marenghi’s Darkplace. You’ve probably never seen that, but it looks bad. Gloomy. Sinister. Anyway, it’s been repainted and has colourful new cladding. Mr B’s analysis: “Well fancy that, turns out you can polish a turd.” Poignant moment ruined, thanks Mr B.
We were 20 minutes early and they were running 40 minutes late. That did not a calm infertile make either. Do you ever feel like your heart is beating so hard your whole body is shaking?
I shall cut to the chase. They could see clearly where my massive bleed had come from. They could see a vast expansive of free flowing fluid and a huge cyst which explained all the pain I was having. And praise God, they could see 14 beautiful millimetres of my little bb embryo. They could see a strong beating heart (I couldn’t because I forgot my glasses). Measuring perfectly for 7w5d, I have been discharged from the IVF clinic into the big wide world.
At the start of this cycle I joked that the theme tune was Skinny Love by Birdy because it had been played almost every single time I was at the clinic. As I buzzed the buzzer for the last time to escape (hopefully forever), what came on? Yep, Skinny Love. Lolz.