Friday, 15 August 2008

Short, incomplete, TMI, mini story of Clive

I can't figure out how to back post. So here's parts of Clive's story:

A dark regular TTC cycle evening many moons ago:

Me "This is all so useless keeping my legs up, it's not like they will all of a sudden swim uphill"
Viking "Yeah, all two of them! Damn it you moved!
Me "Yeah, there goes John!"
Viking "John?"
Me "Well there were only two, might as well give them names!"”


The next evening:

We did BD last night but we did so knowing we are only sending Clive to the rescue. (He named this one.) And if we do again tonight it will most likely only send half a swimmer! I think tonights ought to be named Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim-bus-stop-F'tang-F'tang-Olé-Biscuitbarrel to compensate for half of his body missing.

We also debated using a regular tampon in lieu of an Instead Cup to keep it prisoner. We decided against it as the Viking thought it would give Clive the idea swimming is not as fun as cuddling in cotton”


In very short and because you lot may potentially be as curious as a new friend who is compelled to find out everyone's diagnosis even surrounded by strange Croc-wearing-Re's, I'm 29 (till next week) he's 32. We've been together 2 years and after securing what we thought were hot jobs, beating my mother's cancer and purchasing our home in a Stockholm suburbia we set about the offspring business in December.

After a few months of perfection in timing and efforts I knew something was wrong (it is when we decided we'll ) as I had been pregnant before in my youth so he got tested and they found ZERO. No Clive at all. Azoospermia as a diagnosis was scary but we're stubborn biatches (sic!) so we were finding Clive through surgery in Spain a month after we found out. Another month later, in the same scary spain, 11 of my eggs were retrieved, 8 were mature enough to understand it's important and behave and 6 of them welcomed Clives and turned into embies, 2 of which were put back. 3 weeks later we were crying our eyes out for all the hurt and the effort and yeah, the money after a heart breaking faint BFP followed by dreadful beta tests.

After having successfully breaking plates, wiping our eyes, stomping our feet, biting our finger nails and aging 15 years we've gotten yet another loan, stopped smoking, started eating right and next week we have the second consultation to try ICSI again.

3 comments:

I Believe in Miracles said...

Welcome to the blogging world!! Found you on Lost & Found. It sounds like you've had a rocky ride so far, but hope your consultation will go well next week.
I like the name Clive. So fun.
Best wishes!
Nity

Penny said...

Welcome to the blogosphere. I love the idea of a sperm named clive. It's giving me giggles.

futurewise said...

Welcome to the blogosphere.
I love your sense of humour...
An ugly diagnosis but it's not undefeatable. Good luck!