I’m so glad it helped:) It’s such a massive rollercoaster. I had major cold feet before IVF started, and about half way through realised I hadn’t actually accepted that I was infertile. Then add in all the hormones, the stress, the bad reactions, having to inject yourself... It’s just shit.
Then you get the BFP and you feel like you should be overjoyed but I just felt “ok so it was worth it...” but then felt so guilty about not being happier, especially when there were so many people that it didn’t work for. It’s just emotionally completely overwhelming.
Men really don’t get it. They are simple creatures! And their second brains do dominate sometimes... second brain doesn’t talk to first brain. My OH was the same at first, but had a massive shock when I started bleeding, since then he’s been amazing all the time. I do miss the physical relationship, so we try to make time for at least some fun, but it’s like I have to be ready to pounce in the 5 min per day I don’t feel hideous.
On the drugs, no, I felt no fear! I was desperate for anything, and I figure that it a GP will prescribe it then it the benefits outweigh the risks. Tell your SIL to wind her uneducated neck in. FFS. I have no time for people like that!! Tell her when she’s lived a day in your life and educated herself about how medicines are regulated for use then she can talk about it. Until then shut the heck up. Sorry but I’m livid on your behalf!
At work I’m lucky in that my boss’ sister had IVF and she knows how hard it can be. Most of my colleagues don’t know yet, and just know I’m “unwell”.
To give you hope, the nausea does change, and mine was worse around 6-9 weeks, but after that it’s a mix of good and bad days. The number of good days seems to be increasing, but I had a day last week where the acid reflux was so bad I came home early and cried all night. So back to GP and got more drugs! And touch wood they seem
to be working. Also since week 10-11 I’m also a lot less tired, and now am starting to get my appetite back. I don’t know if it ever fully goes away but my strategy at the minute is just to take each day as it comes, and not have any expectations about what I’ll be able to do or how I’ll feel.
Have you had an occupational health assessment at work? In the meantime can you work on a few polite “feck off” lines for insensitive work colleagues?
Be kind to yourself. It honestly is shit and you should take it easy whenever you can.