I’ve never posted on one of these before, so I’m not really sure where to start.
My partner and I (same-sex couple, both 32) are currently going through IVF, and I’m now on day 3 post egg retrieval.
It’s taken us around two years to get to this point due to various health concerns, including thyroid and blood issues and a panic disorder. In September, we were finally cleared to begin treatment with ABC IVF, who have been absolutely wonderful and supportive throughout the whole process.
Our pre-treatment scans and tests all came back really positively. We started egg stimulation at the end of September and, perhaps surprisingly, I found the whole thing relatively easy. I actually felt better in myself than I have done in a long time. I responded very well to the medication, a little too well, as my hormone levels became extremely high and I was at risk of developing OHSS. Because of this, we were advised to do a freeze-all and then look towards a frozen transfer once my natural cycle had resumed.
Throughout the monitoring scans, we were told that everything was developing really nicely and that there were lots of follicles/eggs. At egg collection, 15 were retrieved.
I know that 15 eggs is a positive outcome, and I feel very lucky to have had that number collected. But I have to admit that I felt a bit disheartened afterwards, partly because I’d seen so many numbers shared on social media and had somehow convinced myself that I should be getting more. I think I’d built up this idea that because I’m 32 and have always been told I’m fertile, IVF would probably be relatively straightforward for us.
Of the 15 eggs retrieved, 10 were mature and 7 fertilised. Again, I know that having 7 fertilised eggs is absolutely something to be grateful for, but I still couldn’t help feeling like I’d somehow failed when I heard the number. We hadn’t really been prepared for such a drop-off between retrieval and fertilisation, and I think that was a bit of a shock.
I also want to acknowledge that I know we are incredibly fortunate in many ways. We’re still only on our first cycle, I’m young, we’ve had a good response to treatment, and we have a huge amount of support from friends and family. I’m very conscious that I don’t want to compare our experience to anyone who has been dealing with infertility for years, or who has faced repeated losses or failed cycles. I know that our journey is different, and I don’t want this post to come across as me suggesting otherwise.
But despite knowing all of that, I’m finding the emotional side of IVF much harder than I expected.
My friends and family have been amazing, but there’s still a little bit of loneliness in experiencing something that they can’t completely understand. I think it’s the feeling of desperately wanting something and knowing that, ultimately, there is so little you can actually control.
I don’t really know anyone personally who has been through IVF, particularly as a same-sex couple, so I’m hoping to hear from others who might understand some of these feelings.
I’m currently sat waiting for our day 3 update and struggling with the anxiety about what might come next. Up until egg collection, I think I was naïve enough to believe that because of my age and fertility, this would be a relatively straightforward process and that we would probably have a baby at the end of it.
The reality has really hit me now. I’m trying to stay hopeful, but I’m finding it surprisingly difficult not to be pessimistic and worry about every next stage.
I’d really love to hear from anyone who has been through something similar — particularly anyone who had a good number of eggs retrieved but then experienced a drop-off in numbers, or anyone who felt unexpectedly anxious despite having a relatively positive start.
I know we’re incredibly lucky to have got this far, and I’m genuinely grateful for that. I think I’m just looking for a little reassurance, some shared experiences, and people who understand how emotionally consuming this process can be. ❤️