Potions and Needles and Ops.. Oh my!

I haven’t updated for a while and that’s mostly cause there’s been a LOT going on but I’ve also been trying to focus on other things so that I don’t turn into some deranged woman who is only living for IVF. I’ve been trying to be the healthiest I can be in both body and mind which has involved yoga, working out, giving up booze, eating really well and practicing mindfulness.

The last two weeks have probably been two of the most intense of my life and its not over yet! I started injecting myself to stimulate my follicles 15 days ago and due to my low egg reserve I had to have a higher than usual dose which meant mixing my own potion every morning. After 5 days of that I then added another injection to the mix which kept the follicles growing but stopped me ovulating. They took quite a while to get to the right size and there were 12 in total.. 8 big and 4 smaller ones. All in all that was 23 injections. Then two days ago I did a trigger shot which prepares my body for the egg collection.

The egg collection was the part of the process I was most nervous about because 1.. It’s painful, 2.. It meant being put under, 3.. I was worried about how many eggs would be successfully collected and 4.. It’s painful (okay I know I mentioned that already but I’m having a needle jabbed through my vaginal wall and into my ovaries so it deserve two mentions)

Turns out, in true me style, it was a pretty dramatic/traumatic morning! We arrived at the centre and were shown up to our room. We were pretty early so I was sat sporting my fetching surgical gown for about an hour and a half.. The wait didn’t help my nerves and I had a couple of little cries.

Eventually we were shown into the pre theatre room and the anaesthetist attempted to insert the canula into my hand.. Which very painfully went wrong! He then tried again but by this time I was worked up, in pain and crying.. Again! I pretty much never cry.. My husband and I joke that I’m a stone so the magnitude of this whole situation was obviously getting to me.

Once successfully inserted, Matthew was shown out and I was pumped with whatever knocks you out and just remember waking up in my room. In a lot of pain but also gasping for a brew! I hadn’t had a drink for about 15 hours at this point.

The canula was still really painful so I asked the nurse if she could take it out.. She said only when I’d had a wee. Challenge accepted.

Despite not feeling 100%, when the nurse left, I swung my legs round and waited to feel a bit normal. A few minutes later a braced myself and made the few steps into the toilet in our room.. As soon as I sat down on the loo I knew I’d made a mistake. I slowly started feeling more and more sick and dizzy so a nurse and Matthew had to help me back to bed where I then proceeded to have a panic attack.

Then came to oxygen mask and IV of fluids (good job that bloody canula was still in!) to bring me round a bit. I told you.. Dramatic! 🙄 I was also given some codeine to help with the pain.

Somewhere during all this I was told they’d managed to collect 7 eggs which doesn’t sound loads but good for me and my low egg reserve! Matthew and I had a bet on about how many eggs we’d get which I won so he has to take me out now! Bonus!

So now.. We wait. We should get a call tomorrow morning letting us know how many have fertilised so we have EVERYTHING crossed!

To be continued..

Clomid, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way but..

I hate you.

Like really, REALLY hate you.

Not only have you not done what you were intended to do but over the last three months of our quality time together..

* I’ve gotten spots.. For the first time in years. Loads of them. Little ones, big ones, painful ones. Not cool.

* I’ve gained weight. Like.. I look at a broccoli and gain 6lbs.

* At a certain point in my “cycle” (it’s in speech marks because it’s not a real cycle.. Not really) my ibs is excrutiating. Like right now; I’m currently sat in bed with my hot water bottle having taken everything I possibly can to ease the pain. Which hasn’t worked. I haven’t suffered with ibs like this for over two years.

* I cry on cue and I am not a crier. I’ve burst in to tears whilst driving, when on the loo, watching TV, reading a book and at a yoga class to name just a few..

* oh and because I’m currently a huge, spotty, sobbing mess of a whale in quite a lot of pain, sex isn’t all that appealing..

Ohh but the real kicker.. Despite all these joyous side effects you know what isn’t happening?


So, I’ve decided. Clomid, you have been one of the worst experiences of my life and this relationship is over.







An introduction to IVF.. 

So as promised I’ll summarise what happened in our first IVF appointment.

M and I were shown into a room, sat down and told that this was likely to take over an hour (blimey!) and she wasn’t wrong.

Before attending we each had to fill out what felt like a application to MI5 so she quickly checked those and then got to it.

We were shown a diagram of the female anatomy (vagina, cervix, womb, ovaries) which was used to draw lots and lots of thing on throughout the meeting.. Follicles and eggs mostly! Which is funny because apparantly I don’t have many of those left so she was probably a bit generous. 

She explained how the whole process worked and how many eggs they would expect the harvest from me. Doesn’t that sound awful.. Harvest eggs. From a human. And because I have a low egg reserve the number expected from me is fewer than it might be from someone with a “normal” reserve.

At some point during this explanation she dropped the small (not small at all really.. Pretty f*#&ING massive to be honest)  bombshell that we would only be entitled to one round and not the two we were expecting. This was just due to where we lived. Now that was obviously pretty gutting in itself but when she went on to explain more I realised how serious that was. And this really was where it got serious for me. I think I’d been in denial and totally not accepting of this situation but having her talk about it in such detail meant I couldn’t hide from it any longer.

Skipping past a lot of the detail we got to the embryo part. The embryo is what they “put back in you”. If I’m very lucky I’ll get 4 good fertilised embryos that can be used.. They’ll pop one in and freeze the others. Now this was the hard bit for me.. If we’re in the fortunate position that embryo number one works and we get a baby that’s their job done. We can’t then use the other embryos for a sibling unless we pay. We also have to pay to store the embryos. Maybe some people know that and I was just being a bit naive but I assumed you could use whatever they got. I mean.. They’ve done the hard bit; all they have to do is put it back in! And I know you’re probably thinking I’m getting ahead of myself wanting two before I’ve even got one but I’m just being honest about what was going through my head and when you’ve ALWAYS known you wanted a few children (That just having the one never even crossed your mind) it’s a shock. I think I was only really half present for the rest of the appointment and left in a bit of a daze. With an appointment to start the process in January.  
So that’s it. Our brief overview. And I still don’t know how I feel. I know IVF is amazing and for some women it’s their only hope but I know there’s eggs in there and I technically CAN conceive naturally. If time was on my side I would research some more holistic approaches and just.. Wait a bit. (Yes, I don’t ovulate which I know is kind of imperative to the whole conceiving thing but miracles happen and I still have hope) However, due to my low egg reserve I’m on a bit of a ticking time bomb. Like I need to at least give IVF a shot while I  I can so that they can get some eggs out while they’re still there.

So in short I don’t really have a choice. 


Let’s do this. 

Preparing for Christmas.. 

.. And the onslaught of questions. 

Seeing the people that I saw last year who asked why I hadn’t popped one out yet and will probably ask again. Maybe this year I won’t be quite as polite. 

I’m thinking of making myself a sign that says “Yes I can drink; no I’m not pregnant; please pass the wine” 

Then again I might just curl up in a ball and hide away for the holidays. 

Clomid and Me

Ohhh Clomid. Clomid clomid clomid. The wonder drug..? I’m not so sure but I’ve had a pretty poor experience so far.

I’m currently on my third month of Clomid. The first month was a write off because my FS and one of the nurses at the clinic gave me conflicting advice which resulted in me taking it at completely the wrong time.

The second month I took Clomid at the right time and had a normal cycle. I was however out of the country after day 15 so couldn’t have a day 21 test to see if I had ovulated. I did however do six ovulation tests from day 9 to day 15. All came back negative.

I’m now on my third round of Clomid but as I have been to India with work (which is on the Zika list!) we can’t try this month. I wanted to carry on with it though to see if it is effective in making me ovulate..



I’ve just read a worrying article about who should be prescribed clomid and apparently it should only be administered to young women with a normal ovarian reserve. Yes, I’m 29, which is probably classed as young but I have been told I have a low ovarian reserve. This article also advised that taking Clomid for longer than 3 consecutive months can actually cause a “contraceptive” effect..?!

Mind. Blown.

Anyone got any experience with this?

I just feel like I’m being given SO much information about so many things and if I can’t even trust my healthcare professionals who do I trust..?

Namaste 🙏

And so it begins..

So today we got the full run through of how IVF works. Quite amazing what the docs have to do to mimic Mother Nature 😬

Receiving the news that we have 1 cycle of IVF rather than the 2 we were led to believe was an unwelcome start to what could be the start of our IVF journey (I say could be as we’ve not given up hope on conceiving naturally just yet).

Dicky Blue

(husband of nobun88!)




my first post..

Welcome to the No Eggs One Basket blog.. A warts and all account of our fertility journey. 29 and 32 respectively my husband and I will be bringing you updates on the many, MANY appointments we get to and the amount of information we are baffled with on a daily basis. For our story up to now take a look at “our story” (cryptic I know).

We went to out first IVF appointment today so when my brain has come to terms with everything that was thrown at us and I’ve stopped feeling sorry for myself (I allow myself a little bit of this every now and again) I’ll write it up. Namaste.