Hi all, sorry for the radio silence. It's been a rough few days.
The night before my egg retrieval a colleague announced her pregnancy, then when I got home a girl I'm mentoring messaged me to tell me she had just given birth.
The operation itself was awful. Kids running round the waiting room (which felt like rubbing it in, even though I know that's ridiculous) and the nurses forgetting my husband left a frozen sample, asking where he was because time is running out. Surgery was terrifying (I had to point out there were air bubbles in the drip they hooked me up to), when I came round I was told to go see the dr the next day.
Four of my follicles had "collapsed", and the one egg they did retrieve was abnormal with "weird fluid". The bedside manner out here leaves a lot to be desired...
I'm still sore, grumpy and bloated but trying to look at the positives. We have resolved never to use this clinic again, or do IVF out here in Qatar again. Pandemic or no, I can't deal with these clinics, and would rather be back in Europe where clinics seem nicer (still can't get into the UK without a pricey quarantine hotel). So on the plus side, I'll never have to see this awful doctor again 
It's also clarified a lot of stuff for us. My husband and I met in our mid thirties, so there's really nothing we could have done to change our ages or the fact that we're trying for kids late. I've come to terms with the fact that my age is the issue, and the next step for us is egg donation. Everyone has their own decision to make on this, but the big plus for me is that I won't pass on my health issues (I've had arthritis since my teens) to any future child. We're happy to adopt, but because of our jobs, no adoption agency would touch us, so this is the next best thing.
I'm still trying to deal with everyone else's pregnancy announcements, and am seeing a therapist this week to help deal with it, because I recognise now that I'm really struggling processing other people's happiness.
And even better, no more IVF means no more of those blimmin' jabs, and vials that I kept exploding all over the kitchen!
I never really got the hang of it properly, and my fingers are still shredded to ribbons!
@lucymills1234 my heart is so full for you. It is AWFUL doing this alone, and I really hope it works out for you in the end.
@Bryterlayter1I think you're right to say no to the extras. The first clinic I went to see was trying to push millions of extras on me, and it felt like a hard sell which was so off-putting. And Dr Doom at my last clinic tried to sell me on ovarian PRP treatment (injecting my own plasma into my ovaries
) before doing a double stimulation to try and get more eggs. When he said "I've had many women get pregnant this way" that's when I knew I had to say no. I know my body, and know it can't handle 3 successive operations in short order, and he should've known that too given the state I was in, and how long it takes me to recover from the general anaesthetic they insist on here. Instead, he tried to dangle the illusion of getting pregnant like "the other ladies" and that's when I knew he was just trying to get more money out of me.
Anyway, this is a ramble, but good luck to all of you. We're going to take a break, go on holiday. Drink a lot of cocktails, and in the new year give it another go with egg donation. I really hope it works out for all of you 