Our appointment at Bristol has been postponed and will be on September 12th. (Originally August 29th).
For reasons explained in earlier posts, we don't take too well to delays and postponements any more. But, on the positive side, this means I should arrive at the clinic at a more useful time of the monthly joy cycle; and a rather stressful task at work will be done and dusted. So, it is probably a good thing to wait a few days longer. And we still hold out hope that the rumous of no waiting list are actually true, and so once we get in on the 12th we won't have to hang around for long until we're up and running. (Assuming they will treat us, of course).
The added spanner for the works is that Jon will be moving to Canada in early October. I have known about this for a while but now it's more or less certain so I can mention it.
We really hope to get through treatment before he leaves. But, let's face it, that's very unlikely. If not, it's not a problem from a medical perspective. They can freeze the sperm for use later.
So, I'm staying here to ensure we get through treatment and to be around the clinic until we know any pregnancy is progressing alright. Once I've waited until 13 weeks, I may as well hang no a bit longer until I can take maternity leave from work (I love my job and this is a good way not to leave it!) And if I don't conceive or I miscarry, we'll have to decide whether I stay behind for even longer to give things a second go.
Not sure how I will manage going through this shiz on my own. Or how either of us will cope with being apart in general. But I have some nice friends to move in with.
Seems rather incredible that we are going to such lengths for something we're not 100% sure we even want...... the biological impulse I guess. And an almighty fight to ensure two years on a waiting list are not wasted.
As I said to my friend Jenni, it's not ideal. But I think we left ideal behind a little while ago. And, anyway, whoever said life should be ideal?!
