Reposted in part from my journalism blog - http://anahine.wordpress.com/
So, yesterday I had my first scan at the hospital (which was a vaginal probe, not the nicest of surprises I've got to say). There was a bit of a problem with scheduling at it looked as if I might not be able to go through with the donation as I'm supposed to be moving to Manchester and starting a journalism course in three weeks.
I cried myself to sleep last night.
It would be so disappointing now that I've had the psychological build up and the first round of chemicals and all the appointments to fail at the final hurdle.
Especially as it took me months to write the 'letter to your genetic child' thing that you have the option of including.
Today we managed to sort it out somewhat, but it's going to be a really close call. I'll start the injections this friday, have two scans and then hopefully the donation will happen the week of the 26th.
My heart is in knots and my stomach is in my mouth. I feel all messed up and upset.
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