Clinics, true life movie nights and techy breakdown.
The last few days have passed in a blur since dinner with the rentals on Thursday night. We headed to the Winding Stair, I had heard great reviews and so decided it would be a nice place for our turn to treat the parents. I can’t fault the food or service but I think it was a tad loud for our liking. Mammy2’s dad is a bit hard of hearing and so conversation was an effort. It didn’t ruin a lovely night but I don’t think I’d be returning unless it was just the 2 of us. Also the vegetarian options were few and far between, not that I mind, I don’t eat most vegetarian food anyways. The kid and her man were in town to pick up some more stuff for the social welfare and they met up with us afterwards and the in-laws got a chance to meet the infamous boyf. Of course, he is ever so polite and chatty so there was no work involved.
Friday morning arrived and I was so nervous. I had no idea what to expect with regards the clinic. To make the stress levels increase, the computer was acting up and the internet was down. Storm damage had affected a lot of eircom’s lines and so we were obviously amongst the unlucky few. Mammy2 had her doctor’s appointment and thankfully got the all clear. No need for a colonoscopy. With the exception of having an uncomfortable check up, she was very happy. We left Dublin at 10, thinking our appointment was for 12. We got lost twice. No comments about women or gay drivers please, they are doing a lot of road works around the red cow and this resulted in a few wrong turns. Once we reached our destination, I rang ahead to say we were running late. We got lost again when we reached the city, taking another few wrong turns and made it to the clinc for 12.35 which was only 5 minutes late as it turns out our appointment was for 12.30. The place is full of baby pictures. Notice boards all around the place covered in them. It was started to sink in where we were and what we were about to potentially embark on. A form to fill in, and we were sent to meet with with the doc.
At first, we thought she was quite cold. We weren’t sure if it was the fact that we were a same sex couple or what. She asked loads of questions about us, which made me think we were here for more then just tests. Stuff like how long were we together, were we homeowners..etc.
She asked how we went about trying and Mammy2 explained. So apparently, she said that they would have no issue treating us. We were gobsmacked. Like I said, I had assumed, they would do some tests and that would be that. The fact that they would treat us hadn’t crossed our mind. However, she was unsure what the situation was with regards a known donor which we should we would ideally like to work with. Apparently, the ethics committee check everything they do and a known donor was a grey area. She advised us to talk to our man and she would see what she could find out. Then she said that they could do some tests on the day and were we okay with that. I was still in shock so said no problem. Little did I know she meant a smerm test. Having never had one before, I wasn’t exactly prepared for it. After a stressful drive down and then to be told to drop your pants, I was slightly tense, which made the whole process a lot worse then it should have been. Thankfully Mammy2 stood beside me, offering words of encouragement such as relax etc. She must be getting in training for pregnancy. The ordeal was over, and the doc took out this other massive looking implement.
I was praying it wasn’t coming anywhere near me. Thankfully it was just to show the ovaries, she put some stuff on it and showed Mammy2 where the eggs were being produced. She was fairly happy with the ovaries. I was thankful they had hidden the cocktail glasses and appeared to look normal. I hadn’t even known they were back in the country.
All that over with, I was told to get dressed whilst the doc chatted to Mammy2 showing her pics of babies. There are so many pictures of babies around. 2 tests down, more blood tests to come. We had to wait for another 15 mins and then in to get the blood tests. The lovely lady was quite nice about the whole thing, thank god. After the previous tests, a needle was nothing to me. So we have to travel down again when I get my period , on day 2-3 so they can do more tests. Because I didn’t react so well to the whole smerm thing, they think they will have to sedate me for the next set of tests. To be honest I don’t care what they do with me as long as I don’t have to go through that again. All done and on our way, we were both still in too much shock to process what had happened. I guess for the last 2 years or so, its been us and our man. These lot were a lot more serious with not a sign of a petiti filous pot. They have state of the art stuff and if they are treating us and the tests are all clear, there’s going to be a baby at the end of it. Once we had processed the massive bill for the day, it looks like this is going to be a costly excercise, Mammy2 just focussed on getting me home as I was quite shook from the whole thing. We were both exhausted by the time we got back to Dublin, the car had a bit of hissy fit on the way home and wouldn’t start after a car wash. It was one of those days. We were in bed by 8. On a Friday night. It doesn’t come much more hardcore.
Saturday was all go. As we hadn’t got a chance to do any shopping or cleaning, it was all done on Saturday morning. Mammy2 got up around 9 to find me crawling out the washing machine where I had found some dirt that had escaped my sweeping frenzy. Cleaning all done, we headed to Tesco to fill the empty cupboards. Home, and up town to meet Mammy2’s clan. The sister A and the mam and the niece were up town. They had been shopping for a communin dress for the little one and were stopping off somewhere to get a bite to eat and watch the Leinster game. A good win by Leinster, it was back home to get the place set up for the night and catch some of the Westmeath Dublin O’Byrne cup game. Which I won’t mention. The boys arrived fashionably early whilst the ladies took their time. It was a great night and we had to throw people out of the place at 3 after a mad round of Charades. Everyone had a good time we think. Some of the stories were fab, people are so creative. We had to re-show 15 and Pregnant as unfortunately HMV doesn’t recognise the true life movie genre. Shocking I know.
