The 11 day wait after FET

IVF

25 Jan

It’s only been a week since the Frozen Embryo Transfer, but it feels like an eternity. Progesterone slows the world to muted tones, punctuated by sharp pops of irritability. Life, admittedly, has felt like a series of distractions while we wait 11 days for the pregnancy test.

The most significant event of the past week was a screaming run-in with a dinner-plate-sized spider lurking in the car – discovered shortly after arriving at Centennial Park with Lark. What was meant to be a couple of hours of playground and scooter time turned into a full-day saga. You see, I’m not scared of much, except big, massive, fuck-off spiders.

I’ve been in the recording studio most days, practising voice-over acting in between thinking about grown-up things – like writing a Will now that my age has a 4 in it, and anything happening to me has very real ramifications for Lark.

I’ve also buggered my knee, because apparently my body can’t have nice things anymore. Further inflamed by the epic mutant spider saga, which involved walking a toddler “32 minutes” to the supermarket and back. Toddlers have a special gift: every minute stretches into at least three.

While seeking a cool, air-conditioned rest stop before collecting Lark from daycare, I cashed in a cheap movie ticket and saw Zootopia 2 at the cinema (3 out of 5 choctops). Keeping in mind it’s a family-friendly movie, I found the music distracting from the storyline, making it hard to fully sink into what was, at times, a charming plot.

Date night with RaRa was a highlight – Back to the Future: The Musical. Despite two technical glitches that left the audience scratching their heads while we waited for the show to resume, it was spectacular. Standouts: the set design, lighting, and tech completely blew my mind. The vision was unrivalled by any other musical I’ve seen (5 out of 5 choctops).

Today is a scorching 36 degrees Celsius – the kind of heat that radiates through open windows and amplifies the overpowering chorus of cicadas living their absolute best lives.

Landing back to reality, what’s next for IVF?

I’m heading into pathology for pregnancy-test bloods on 30 January 2026. Five more sleeps. Last time, it felt like a pointless exercise when my period arrived the next day anyway – an old-school, yet sadly effective, way of delivering results.

Fingers crossed we get a positive result.
I’m not sure how much longer I can keep feeling like this.
The cabin-in-the-woods feeling is creeping in.