Fudge... to be honest I still don't believe it myself. I'm now 26 weeks (as of Thurs), and still catch myself looking at my baby belly and shake my head and say, there's not a baby there, I've just grown fat. Unbelievably I do this relatively often - I just can't come to terms that there's a baby in there - yes, I have had plenty of scans etc, even had a heartbeat one yesterday while having my Intrallipids. What's kind of happened is that here I am at 26 weeks, still sort of in denial, and I have very few baby things in place, even though normally I'm the most organised, list-writing person. I never thought I would be like this with a baby, but three years of hard IVF has obviously taken it's toil. This weekend is report writing and next weekend is DH's birthday, so my plan is action stations after that!! She'd better not come early, is all I say!!
Fudge, I'm glad I can be of some inspiration to you - yes, if any case says to keep persevering, then it's probably mine. I do so feel for you, and remind myself of how lucky I got in the end xx