Sweet, sweet company

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Maypole – all about fertility – on ‘The island’ in Sweden

After almost 2 weeks in Athens and everyday filled with some medical procedure, drama or other event I was champing at the bit to leave and was starved for company.

The fact that I had stayed the extra time (I had had to guesstimate my time when I had booked my tickets as I had NO idea how long everything would take – a rough idea wasn’t quite right, so I was glad that I had booked the extra days),  meant I was able to head to Serum every 2 days after the transfer to receive ‘butt shots’ (progesterone), that I was unable to do myself.  After 3 shots, I was very happy to leave.

I must say I was pretty damn ecstatic to discover non-alcoholic beer (thank god!), to get me through the long list of rules that I had to partake in:

  • No swimming (this was a tough one)
  • No baths
  • No excess sun (a bit hard when it is between 38-45 degrees each day)
  • No getting dehydrated (again – a bit difficult…my BPA free, squishy, roll up water bottle became my best friend and was attached to my bag everyday)
  • No penatrative sex (well, I wish that was even an issue)
  • Gentle exercise: no running (definitely NOT a problem…although by the end of the 2 weeks I was desperate for any kind of exercise!)

And don’t forget the myriad of pills and that elusive injection that dictated my schedule each day.

So with a 2 week wait ahead of me and the ‘No fun list’ dictating my every move and being something I HAD to stick to, I was so relieved to be heading to Sweden to meet up with my brother, my brother from another mother and some of my gorgeous friends.

It was the best thing for me to be around so many positive, fun, amazing and caring people and to chat about what I had been through (and was still going through), was a relief in itself.  To be around people was the best feeling.

I was lucky to be busy enough to forget about my ‘ordeal’ and to have time to unwind and be myself again, not some person going through something awful.

I was also very fortunate to be around 2 people who had been struggling to get pregnant (a couple), and to talk about it to people who truly understood was such a blessing.

Sweden offered many alternatives to alcohol and I was spoilt for choice – it will be hard to go back to Beijing where there isn’t much in that respect out in restaurants and bars, unless you want fizzy drink.  I always felt like part of the group and never felt left out – apart from when we went to ‘The island’ and everyone was doing amazing bombs off the wharf and swimming.  My wading up to my thighs technique and dunking my hair in and flicking it back to get wet was perfected to a tee.  Not quite a ‘Wella’ ad but it did the trick.

My gorgeous friends had also helped line up a blood test at the 2 week mark (the day I left Sweden), to see if I was pregnant or not and how my progesterone levels were (basically if I needed the 3 extra butt shot injections I was hauling around to each airport with an ice pack attached).

That second week of waiting was exactly what I had needed – thank god for my brother and those amazing friends.  I am truly thankful to them.  If I hadn’t been with them, I think I may have gone insane.

Next stop: results

***On a side note – Sweden (Stockholm), absolutely blew me away – absolutely loved it and would recommend it to anybody!

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