You may remember the infamous toilet scene from Trainspotting where our hero Renton finds himself so desperate for a hit that he resorts to some opium suppositories. What follows is three minutes of every germaphobe’s worst public toilet nightmare. Sure take a look:
This is the fourth post in my Dear IVF Diary series. If you’re just joining me, then I recommend that you start here. You’ll find all related entries at the end of this post. Thanks for reading! x
Seven days after the embryo transfer, I was sitting at my desk at work when I got this sensation in my thighs. It was barely noticeable but all too familiar, one that I’ve always associated with the start of my period. A trip to the bathroom provided some relief when a knicker check was clear. Continue reading IVF Diary: Unpleasant presence
It has taken me a long time to write this. A really long time.
Before we started down the road of assisted fertility treatment, I had great intentions of documenting our IVF journey*.
Even if I didn’t publish it, I was sure that I would definitely write it all down, to have a record of that time to look back on – hopefully with fondness after a successful end – but also as a form of therapy. In the past I have found writing has really helped me to process strong emotions. But not this time. Continue reading Dear IVF diary