Was feeling pathetic after spending the morning watching Juno as part of preparing an alternative Christmas service for church. It is about a 16-year-old who gets pregnant and gives her baby up for adoption to a couple who can't conceive. Not the best choice, on reflection. Needed the moral support of my beloved to face the clinic afterwards.
The visit was all a fuss about nothing, which, again, is what I expected. We sat with the new consultant who spent some time telling us about fertility treatment options. We listened patiently then told her we had been on the waiting list for ICSI for a year. At which point she looked nonplussed and checked our file. Then she said, "Oh, yes, already". Then she told us we may as well have blood tests done while we were there. (We'd already had them, but what the hey). And then she said we'd get the letter about treatment sometime between now and May. Which we already expected.
The one helpful thing she said was in response to our concerns about delays with the waiting list, given the fact we may be moving to another NHS trust area, or possible another country, during next year. She said: "I can't understand why you English people are so honest." (She's not British). "If you move, just don't tell us."
Excellent advice!
One year now since referral. Should be through the first ICSI round by May at the latest.
