nupurdeen

@nupurdeen1696536265 · 28 May 2021

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In the malle medical mill.

You end up in a mugged medical mill. I don't know what else to call it. There are so many options, and so many outcomes. Not all equally good. And yet.. you put all your hopes in it. It has to be able to? At that stage, you don't want to give up. Both of us don't.

We got laid all the options for. Where ivf/icsi would happen. If the other attempts did not succeed.
We have also, of course, talked about a seed donor. But he didn't want to hear about that then. It had to be his baby.
I was disappointed at that time, because his seed was really bad. Chances were small. But somewhere I understood. He needed time to process it.. Although we talk a lot, I still had the feeling that he didn't show the back of his tongue. That he hoard the place.
So it became IUI, an insemination treatment in which they insert the reduced sperm cells into the uterus. Then just hope you get pregnant.
And again you come off as a man. Seriously, as a woman, from the moment you decide to start treatment. Measuring your temperature. It's higher during your fertile days. plus purchase an ovulation test. When the time comes, hang like a lunatic on the phone and go to the hospital that day for treatment. Where the man delivered his quack early that day in the morning. I heard him grumble at 7:00 in the morning. While I was lying in my ass with a thermometer.
We were supposed to get 6 treatments. But in the end, I only went to the hospital twice.. The other times, I got the disappointing call that there were too few living sperm. And so no treatment could take place. I really cried a few times. The disappointment is so great. And the obsession is just as great. That you can't think of anything else. This did not work out, what now? Because you're about a year later. Another year older and before me the biological clock tapped. I was 30 when we started that mugged mill. There's an age limit to when they continue to treat.



Nupur.