Fri 12 Feb - A bruise in a strange place...

The doctor calls me mid afternoon to say my blood results are a-ok bt if I get any OHSS symptoms over the weekend to go to A&E. I feel much better than Monday/Tuesday but am still struggling to stand up fully straight. I still look pregnant and it's pretty uncomfortable but not excruciating anymore. I rearrange a work meeting for Tuesday and we call off our weekend in the Valleys so I can rest.

Around 5pm I find a bruise in my belly button! Coming from the inside out I thought it was a bit wierd. I went to my acupuncture appointment, it really hurt when she put some of the needles in and twisted them. Not pain from the needle but there is clearly tension or whatever it is make me jump. When she sees my belly she refuses to put any needles around it, focusing instead on my legs and arms. She tells me to go to the doctor asap.

I get home and call Mr IVF, I think I should call NHS Direct first I say because I feel fine, it's just a bit strange and could signify internal bleeding. Half an hour later and NHS Direct can't figure it out because I'm not showing any symptoms (shoulder pain? No, Shortness of breath? No Headache? No) so I get the bus to A&E. Twice in one week. Arggh, not again.

I see the first doctor pretty quickly but she just takes my blood pressure and a note of my symptoms/background, then I have to wait for bloody ages to see the GP. I think we see him at around 8.30pm (I got to A&E at 6.30pm). He takes the same details as the lady before him and calls the resident Gynaecologist who says he'll see me when he gets out of theatre.

5 hours later.....5 hours!!! Such a long time to wait, we were going mental. They did give us a room though so we had a chill out on the bed. Neither of us had any dinner though so we were famished. They took some blood and left the tap in my arm, 'just in case you're admitted', the nurse said. Noooo, I don't to sleep in hospital! I want my bed!

There's a crazy lady (most likely alcohol or drug induced) screaming in a cubicle at the end of the hall to 'get them out me!! They're inside me!!!'

So the blood tests come back fine and the gynae has a poke around my abdomen which hurts a lot, and then decides that because I'm not losing haemaglobin it means I'm not bleeding internally so he's happy for me to go home.

Yay!

We just need to wait for the senior doctor to confirm that we're ok to go. Oh god, more waiting...

2.30am - We can go! Finally!! So hungry. So tired. But ok and not dying which is good!

The nurse discharges us and chats to us about our ivf experience. He tells us he and his wife have a 3yr old son who was conceived through IVF. His wife had severe OHSS and their embryos had to be frozen until she was well enough to have them transferred. The ivf unit collected 12 eggs and of those 5 were fertilised but only 3 made it to embryo stage. They had one frozen cycle and got pregnant!

Such a happy story it filled us with hope because their situation was pretty much identical to ours. We were feeling a bit downcast because we only had three embryos and what if they don't make it through the thaw process? But the nurses story made us feel a lot better. Fingers crossed!!