Almost exactly a year ago, in early September 2017, H and I were super egg-cited [sorry bad yoke š] to start our first IVF cycle. After a traumatic 11 months of the miscarriage (read my letter to my angel here), the discovery that I had Ashermanās Syndrome (more here), the uterus surgeries and the various hormone therapy treatments (HRTs), we were ready. Ā It had to be our turn now, surely…
I’d received the drug delivery a week earlier.Ā Not knowing what to expect, I ordered it to work.Ā My office used to be located in one of London’s largest shopping centres, so the delivery guy got lost.Ā He called me (from a withheld number) in the middle of the afternoon and asked that I meet him down a dark alley outside Zara Kids.Ā (Shady AF, if you ask me.)Ā I rushed out of the office, not knowing what he looked like. Ā As it turned out, he wasn’t hard to spot – there was one guy standing next to a HUGE box (see picture on my Instagram).Ā Et voilĆ , my first drug exchange was completed.