Going Herbal

As far as cynics go, I'm pretty much dedicated to the cause when it comes to herbal health stuff.

A life member of the herbal-remedies-are-a-load-of-horse-shite society all in all.

But, I am going to try Chinese herbs.

I have a little time up my sleeve, and if there is something I can do which might mean that my uterus is the happiest little uterus in the world pre-IVF, and therefore eminently more cheerful about being the recipient of 1x ICSI embryo, then I'll order a double. Considering what this IVF cycle is going to mean in terms of what my body will be put through over the course of the cycle, swallowing a few Chinese herbs isn't really that drastic.

So, I have word of an extremely good Chinese herbalist, and I'm going to drag Al off as well. We'll have to plan a weekend when he's not working and head down to Palmerston North where she is based. Imagine if we didn't have to do IVF at all? I know, that's pie in the sky, but even if it's enough to ensure that the cycle works, then I'll give it a go.

As someone said to us at the weekend, as they showed us their 8 year old child, fast asleep in the most uncomfortable looking position I've ever seen, blankets kicked off all over the place, snoring away, that's what it's all about.

As a side thing (sort of), Tertia posted the other day that research has shown that infertility patients are second only to cancer patients in what they will endure to find healing / to have a child. That staggers me, and yet doesn't surprise me in the slightest.