Well here we are again, we’re back to square one. Well, Square one plus VAT I guess. We have a donor.
God knows what that means for us as we’ve had donors in the past. There’s been no medical problems or other issues as we far as we know, the one issue has been reliability. Everytime, we’ve been let down by the person, not nature.
I’ve got blood tests next week and an appointment next month with the Doctor.
I dont even dare to dream at this stage. I’m holding out hope, but I think I’m just a bit broken by it all and would rather be negative than anything else.
One thing I know about me for sure now is that I’ll be damned if I’m going to give up. I’ve wanted kids for as long as I can remember, and after 3 years of being messed around, we’re not really much further ahead. I know I am biologically further along than I’d like, but I can’t turn back the clock now.
I do wonder what help, if any, we will get from the NHS. We decided after the adoption fell apart to visit the doctor to start with getting help from the NHS and to be fair, he didn’t have a clue.
We went to see the nurse last week, and although she was a lovely lady, she didn’t have a clue either…
I said was there any help or advice she could give and basically it was a no. She’s just referred us onto the Doctor.
All of the forms were very stereotypical. We watched as she had to scribble out “Male Partner” and put N/A in a lot of the sections. We took it in good faith and had a laugh about some of the questions. Obviously there’s a lot wrong with our sperm count and Alice can’t get it up. *Insert Fake Laughter here*
But joking aside, I felt a bit like it was a complete waste. I said to the nurse that we’d been looking online and really needed some help as there’s so much information you just don’t know what to believe.
I even asked about physically how we should go about it and her response was “Well there’s always the Turkey Baster method!!”
I laughed but I think she saw that I didn’t find it all that funny.
It’s just never ending at the minute. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but I can’t tell from here how far away it is.
Until there’s a blue line where it’s supposed to be, I haven’t got a sodding clue.