And it begins

The alarm on my phone went off at 6.45am on New years day and the moment had finally arrived, I am starting my IVF treatment.

I nervously got out of bed and went to my little esky and picked up my bottle of synarel. I read the instructions (again) and went for it.

**SNIFF** it was all over, OK that was good I said to myself and I went back to bed as I had a late night on NYE.

I lay down in bed and started to drift when I got this awful taste in the back of my throat, Ohhh man was it vile, I tried to change side and sit up, and in the end I decided I would just try and ingore it and go back to sleep. I awoke about an hour later with a throbbing headache that had felt like I had been drinking all night. How could I feel hung over without a single drink on NYE. (Thank goodness I didn't have a drink).

OK, so I got up and saunted around & Mark told me to go back to bed as I didn't look great, so I went back to bed and he bought me in a cup of tea (What a man) he said he would let me rest make me some pancakes and call me when they were ready.

I laid down but couldn't sleep and Mark called me for breaky, I sat at the table feeling fragile "How can this be?" I shouldn't be feeling anything yet surely?

Harry was being silly at the table and I snapped at him! Oh no I thought to myself. Surely this isn't the Synarel already and I got scared and started to cry. My second biggest fear in this is that I am going to become a lunatic and hormonal and drive poor Mark & Harry to distration, I don't want it to be like that, I just want to do it and get on with life. (My biggest fear....walking away with nothing at the end of this).

Mark hugged me and was so kind, he told me no matter what that he loved me and that all would be OK.

The rest of the day was a bit of a headache blur, I was nervous about my 7.00pm dose as I still had the headache from this morning, but I took it OK and veged out on the lounge with Mark.

So day 1 is under my belt.