The Dreaded Smear

So after our trip to The Women’s Clinic we signed up which meant we had to provide the most enormous list of tests ever…everything from HIV, thyroid, Hep A, B, C, D…you name it, we had to provide it.

After handing over £350 for an initial consultation we started to hit up our GPs to get all the blood tests done. We were trying to avoid paying more money for the clinic to do them but unfortunately my GP decided that they didn’t do smear tests (another test I had to have) anymore so I had to pay to have it done privately. It wasn’t much but I was still quite miffed that my central London GP did not offer this test as surely this is a vital test for all women to be having.

Anyway, on my first morning back at work after Christmas I headed off to the Women’s Clinic to have said smear test. I was ushered into a tiny room at the back of the clinic (I think it must have been a loo until recently) and subjected to a very painful procedure which was rough and teeth grindingly sore. I also bled…a lot. I’ve had smear tests before so I was a bit shocked at the brutelness of it but the nurse assured me that this was normal…okay…

So I limped back to work and tried to fill my mind with happy pictures of babies and tried to ignore the fever that was soon taking over my body.

Take me back to the start…

Our baby-making journey actually start 9 months ago back in November 2014 when we skipped along to a consultation at The Women’s Clinic in London thinking that once we were through those doors our dream baby would practically be handed on a plate to us (complete with beautiful smile, cute little fingers and toes and big blue eyes.)

As we sat nervously awaiting our nurse to come and collect us to take us in to a consultation room we sipped posh coffee and flicked through magazines such as Embroyoz, Fertility and Ova gazing happily at the glossy photos of gorgeous blond hair and blue eyed babies that smiled down at us from the walls.

Little did we know that we were about to be thrown in to a world full of acronyms (IUI, IVF, ICI anyone?), weeing on sticks and what feels like constant disappointment at the moment. We knew it wouldn’t be easy but I don’t think we were prepared to be sitting here babyless 9 months later…

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