Finally we’ve started the injections. The first one was done at the hospital under the supervision of the nurse, so Saturday’s was really the start for us. We’re still trying to find a routine, but none the less I can finally see a path before me.
But starting the injections was like taking the first steps into the pass, and once there you can suddenly see where you’re going next. I’m not convinced IVF is any easier than I expected, and I certainly can’t see my way completely through the process – but I can finally see a way forward.
I’ve also discovered something unexpected along the way. Hope. For months I’ve not been sure why I’m even going through IVF, because I’d lost the hope that was driving me onwards. But the last few days I’ve noticed I’m looking through Pinterest for nursery ideas and been checking out the car seat that Caroline recommended. It seems now we’re actually making progress I can finally consider a positive outcome again.
I'm not sure how long this will last (based on the injection I had last night maybe mere days) but none the less it makes a wonderful respite from the worry and stress of the last few months.