Oh, you are all very good. Those of you who told me to keep pestering that is.
Inspired by your comments on the last post I manned up and forwarded Monday's email back to the fertility unit, along with the following message:
I haven't had a reply to the email below and I am getting a bit concerned.
I don't have another appointment scheduled. I am not sure what the next step is.
I have made an appointment with my GP for Monday to hopefully get some more Microgynon as I am about to run out, but I don't know how long I should be taking the pill for. (When really all I want to do is get off the pill and start trying to get pregnant!)
Please can you let me know what is happening next?
See what I did? I kept it short. I noted my concern. And, in what I like to think is a stoke of pure genius (and don't disabuse me of that notion) I tried to personalise it by highlighting the end result - pregnancy.
The response was swift.
And, frankly, brilliant.
My biopsy result is CLEAR. I am go go go for IVF.
This afternoon has been a frantic kurfuffle of secret phone calls, checking emails and even a client meeting that just so happened to take me on a detour past the hospital to pick up forms for some more blood tests.
What's that? Oh come on you didn't think I would be going STRAIGHT to IVF. Of course I need more tests, because the ones I had last year when I was 'about to have IVF' have now expired so I have to go again and I need to re-sign all the forms.
I need to have a blood text to check neither the husband or I have contracted HIV in the last 12 months. (I like to think of it as an annual fidelity test for the husband, no better way of checking he hasn't been whoring out, having unprotected sex with the HIV positive).
Also next Wednesday I have to go in for a hysterosalpingo-contrast sonography (I had to google it too), basically a fallopian tube check. Plus a side order of mock embryo transfer.
But, and I don't want to count my eggs before I've ovulated, but it looks like then I'll be good to go for IVF - maybe as early as the end of the month.
Do you know what? It feels like Christmas has come three weeks late.