It's all over… the operation, that is. The result? ALL CLEAR!! After much cutting, prodding, lifting, poking and stitching, the doctors have discovered that my uterus and ovaries are perfectly healthy (apart from the PCOS) with no adhesions, and my tubes are as clean as a whistle. I am so relieved and happy even though my stomach feels like its been punched repeatedly! I'm getting my stitches out tomorrow which I'm looking forward to – they are feeling quite tight now. This weekend has been the culmination of a very stressful week…

Tuesday: the day AF is due. It was D's birthday, so we had the day off together. Feeling a bit panicky about the possibility AF may be late, I did some research online in the morning about how to induce it. I found that large doses of Vitamin C could apparently help. First stop on our way out for the day was Boots, where I purchased a high strength batch of them. I had 3 before we set out on our long walk, hoping that the walk itself would move things along. Still nothing. That night before bed, I tried the second thing I found online: a hot bath. I sat and stewed in a boiling hot bath for half an hour hoping to get things moving by the morning.

Wednesday: last chance for AF to arrive. More Vitamin C. I am going to the loo every half an hour to check whether it has come. I'm feeling desperate now. Still nothing. As we near the end of the day I am now willing AF to stay away until Friday afternoon at least. I now go to loo hoping not to find it.

Thursday: 10.30am. AF arrives. I guess I won't be having the operation now. I try and keep myself calm, reasoning that I could probably get a new appointment in about 5 weeks time. I rang the hospital and explained what was happening, and found out the next available appointment wasn't until August! The receptionist said I should talk to the doctor before canceling it to see what he thought. So I left a message for him to ring me urgently, although she said he was in meetings all afternoon. Half an hour later I get a phone call from the receptionist saying that she accosted him in the corridor and asked him what I should do, and he said he'd do it anyway! I was so happy!

Friday: Got up at 6.30, had a shower, left the house at 7 to get to the hospital at 7.30. I felt strangely calm. D was very edgy and nervous. I was shown to my bed on a small ward with other women, and told I would be going first. I had a string of nurses and doctors taking turns in asking me all sorts of questions. Eventually I got changed into a very sexy gown, put my slippers on and was led down to theatre. I climbed up on the trolley and at that point I started to feel a bit scared. I had 4 people crowded around me sticking things on my chest and putting a needle in my hand to administer the drugs. The anaesthetist told me he was giving me something to make me feel a bit drowsy. It was like I'd had a couple of glasses of wine and felt nicely fluffy. Then he said he was giving me the proper drugs and I don't remember anything past that. Next thing I knew I was was waking up in recovery.

When I opened my eyes I could barely see. Someone had already put my glasses on for me, but I thought I didn't have them on as everything was so blurry. I felt knackered and realised there was a huge sanitary towel wedged between my legs.. There was a nurse stood with me asking if I felt ok and gave me a bit of water. After about 20 minutes, they wheeled me back to the ward where my very anxious husband was waiting. I started to feel much more awake and sat up more and read magazines. The incision was made from the inside bottom ridge of my belly button to about 1 cm outside of it, so about 2cm in total. This is being held together with 2 stitches. There was also a further incision in the bikini line, but that was so small it didn't require a stitch. But my entire stomach felt so tender to the touch. After a while a nurse came in and removed the drain from my stomach which was icky. I was then given a cheese sandwich and a cup of tea.

After 2 hours, the nurse asked if I felt like moving to the chair before getting dressed a little later. Once I got out of bed I thought I felt fine, so D helped me get dressed and then I toddled off for a wee. Couldn't go for a wee, the catheter made it hurt. So I went back to my bed and suddenly felt terrible. I was all faint and felt sick and had to lie back down! When the anaesthetist made his courtesy call to see if I was ok I was white as a sheet!

We had to wait for all the surgeries to finish before the doctor came round to give us the results. When she said "clear" I could hardly believe it! We've been told that this cycle we stand a good chance on conceiving as the pressure of the dye can straighten out any kinks the tubes may have had which might have prevented conception. They have given me 6 months of Clomid, and have placed us on the IUI wait list, which is 6 months. So by the time we finish Clomid we can move straight to IUI but hopefully we'll nail it within the next few months and won't need it. We have to go back to the fertility clinic and see what else they say now.

I feel so much more positive and hopeful that we could really have a baby one day soon. When I was 20, an ex had an affair and gave me Chlamydia. Ever since, I have been completely terrified that it would prevent me from having children one day. When we first realised nothing was happening, that was my first concern. I have been beating myself up for years over the fear that a cheating little git could have ruined my chances of a family, but now, I can finally put that behind me and get on with my life.