Calls with strangers, arranging drug shipments. No, this isn’t a confession. It’s just another day in the life of fertility treatment.
A chirpy lady phoned at lunch time. Watford number. She was touting a new batch of Suprecur, Progynova and Cyclogest.
“When can we deliver?”
“Tomorrow,” I said.
“We’ll be there by midday. You’ll get a text message.”
Should I wear sunglasses? Check the coast is clear?
Seriously though, bring it on. The hospital made and froze our embryos in November 2015. I was grateful for Christmas off – but I’ve been ready for the transfer since January.
Not long now.