Thursday 31 July 2014

Summer 2013 - Part 3 - So close

So here I am. In the hospital standing on the scales of doom. The nurse tells me again to stand still and I try not to roll my eyes. She also looks at the height measure attached to the scales and I'm tempted to stand on my tiptoes but I'd probably wobble and fall over. If only I'd carried on with ballet! God, if I did it now I'd look like the hippo from Fantasia! I try my best to keep still and the nurse leaves me on the scales and wanders round to her desk and taps on her calculator whilst looking at BMI charts.

'Well, you're BMI is now around 30.05.'

It needs to be below 30. I won't lie but for some reason I wanted to punch her. It was perhaps my hormones but I felt, and do still feel a little, that she was slightly smug when she said it. I'm sure it was just me or that she had got sick of the sight of me. I perhaps deserved the look she gave me. I mean it's me that can't stop eating cake, not her. I don't think she's ever seen a cake!

Catching the eye of my husband he sees I am irritated and asks the nurse if this is good enough with it being so close. She tells us it's about half a pound and before she has chance to continue I start to lift up my top and tell her I'll be the right weight if I just strip off. She tells me quickly and in her usual stern manner that 'there's no need for that'. She checks my blood results and the ovulation value is on the line again.

'Right then, you can have the prescription for Clomid'

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. As much as I'm not the biggest fan of this nurse I have gone from wanting to punch her to wanting to hug her!!! We have finally got there. After six long, exhausting, stressful, emotional, heart breaking years, we have done it! We are taking the next step in our journey. Even if it doesn't work we have at least got the chance to try.

The nurse explains my consultant, Mr H, will need to sign the prescription and he's currently in theatre. They don't know when he'll be back and I might have to go back tomorrow to collect it or they'll post it out. This is a problem because of course we couldn't get this far without there being a bloody problem. You have to start the tablets on the second or third day of heavy bleeding, which means I need it right away . If we don't get the prescription today we will have to wait until next month. As we have the rest of the day off the nurse agrees to call us so we can go back if it gets signed. If it's not signed until the following day she will post it. I'm slightly disappointed but it doesn't matter. I don't care when it is. They are actually giving us the Clomid and we are finally getting somewhere.

We wander back to the car in near silence, particularly grinning from ear to ear. You'd have thought someone was giving us a baby there and then. The stork hadn't visited yet, he probably wasn't going to for a while but we hoped our postcode was now in his sat nav!!

We treat ourselves to breakfast and await the phone call.................................


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