7/9/2016 2 Comments IUI DayLast night I was tired I don’t even remember falling asleep. I didn’t even plug my phone in to charge. I woke up at 4:30 because I had to pee so badly. I saw it was 4:30 and was afraid that was too early to do an ovulation test. So, I laid in the bed trying to make time pass. I must’ve fallen asleep again at some point because the cats started their normal wrestling routine at 6:30. I woke up and immediately did my OPKs (yes..plural…I wanted to be safe). The digital ones take 5 MINUTES so I did a cheapo test while the other one “cooked” since they only take three minutes. When I saw the cheapo test was clearly positive I tried very hard not to get too excited. When the solid smiley face popped up on the Clear Blue Digital I yelled out loud, “It’s positive.” My husband clearly didn’t hear me because I had to wake him up.
The doctor’s office doesn’t open until 8:00am so I figured I would make breakfast while I passed the time. Suddenly, something hit me and made me check the paperwork since it’s a Saturday. If you have a positive OPK on the weekend you have to call the service desk between 7:00 and 8:00am in order to get an appointment that day. Holy poo!! I almost missed my window. It was 7:12 when I called the service desk. She said the doctor would call within 30 minutes with my appointment time. When he FINALLY called (after 15 minutes) he said my appointment time would be 9:30. He explained how to get into the hospital because it’s a weekend and told me that my husband would go to the lab to leave his sample and then the “washing” process would take about 45 minutes to an hour. Then we would have our IUI. I woke up my husband and we had breakfast, got ready, and made our way to the reproductive clinic. When we got to the hospital we had to scroll through a list of extensions on a callbox outside of the hospital door and page the reproductive office. I felt a little like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. When the lady was paged and asked us what our business was I really wanted to answer, “I’m here to see the man behind the curtain.” I was afraid she wouldn’t let us in, so I gave the sane response of, “We are here for our IUI.” She let us in. We got there early and Matt left his deposit (I’m shocked and so happy how he’s been through all of this). I didn’t really know where I was supposed to go so I awkwardly lingered in the hallway since there was no designated waiting area. I didn’t realize the waiting room was open for us to wait. Afterwards we decided to go get coffee to kill time. However, by the time we got to the car we realized neither one of us really wanted coffee. Matt felt hungry even though we had just eaten so we went to Chic-Fil-a. I was secretly worried we would be late. Except… I was panicking so it wasn’t really a secret. We made our way back to the reproductive center we had to be paged back in. When we got back to the waiting room I was shocked at the number of women there. There were hardly any seats left. Then we were left waiting… We waited forever. I maybe (definitely) started panicking. I must’ve asked Matt a hundred times if he thought we missed our appointment. Then a lady poked her head out of the door and asked, “Did you get yours yet?” She hardly asked the question before I responded, “No.” Then I realized I had no idea what she was talking about. So then I was left panicked and driving Matt crazy because I felt like I answered her question wrong. I thought for sure I was not going to get to have this appointment. (I’m going to go ahead and blame this on the Clomid). FINALLY the lab lady came by and told us to come back and pick up our “deposit.” So that’s what the other lady was asking about… Oh yes… The sperm would be pertinent to this appointment… The doctor went over our numbers: Sixty-one million sperm after the “washing.” From my extensive research online I knew this was an excellent number. The doctor explained the motility was also excellent and gave my husband a fist bump. Dear doctor, please don’t ever do this again. I already feel like this is my fault. I can do without the “bro time” of celebrating my husband’s awesome sperm. But I am glad the numbers were so high. So, full disclosure. The IUI was not bad at all. There was no pain whatsoever except I wasn’t allowed to pee beforehand. Having a full bladder makes it easier to put the catheter in. I must say I was expecting something that looked more like a turkey baster. The doctor referred to it as a “wet noodle” and I found that to be quite accurate. Is it just me or does it seem like the nurses always awkwardly linger behind the doctor with a sideways glance? I wish they would either be more direct when looking at the “procedures” or stand far away… Afterwards, I laid on the table for 15-20 minutes until the nurse came back to let us know we could leave. After we left, we went out to grab lunch. For those of you who are counting, my husband had breakfast, second breakfast, and elevensies. He’s clearly channeling his inner hobbit. I have been feeling exceptionally bloated which has actually made it quite difficult to eat. I literally want nothing else in my belly (except a lovely little blastocyst). I am not joking when I say I am so bloated I look like I’m 9 months pregnant. I have decided that I may go ahead and buy some maternity pants. I currently have no pants that fit (even my mesh shorts are uncomfortably tight) and even if this IUI doesn’t work, I’m going to have to endure this procedure again. It would be nice to have pants that fit. So here we are in the worst and longest two week wait ever. If only I could just sleep until it’s over. I’m really glad I have LOTS of meetings this week. Hopefully it will keep me busy. I go in for some blood work on Friday or Monday depending on when I can get an appointment. I really, really hope this works. I am throwing caution to the wind and allowing myself to be optimistic and hopeful. I have been so overwhelmed with how many people follow my blog and how much support I received today. One of my friends said our future baby is so lucky because it has already had so many prayers and thoughts already. I never thought about it that way. I really want to thank everyone for all of the support. We really appreciate it. So keep praying, sending good vibes, lighting candles, or whatever you do. We will keep appreciating them.
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Kristine Wade
7/9/2016 10:29:16 pm
You can go to Goodwill and get some maternity pants. I did. You don't need that weight on your belly. No one knows what that feels like unless you're going through it. That two week wait is a booger. You feel everything. All these things you're going over just remind me of 2007. I'll be thinking of you these two weeks exclamation point
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Heather Joyce
7/10/2016 06:21:05 am
very true!! we have some fancy cheap consignment shops around here too. Definitely worth looking. now if I could just find some pants to wear to goodwill....haha
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