CD 13. IUI#2 = complete.
We decided to make the drive to Saskatoon this morning since our appointment wasn’t until 11a.m. We wanted to get a good night’s sleep in our own bed and save the cost of a hotel room.
This morning started off fairly uneventful. The weather was perfect but fucking freezing cold for driving. I brought a pillow and a blanket along for the ride. I fell asleep not even 15 minutes outside of Regina and didn’t wake up until 2 hours later when we reached Saskatoon. Score! Extra sleep is always appreciated even if it’s in a vehicle.
When we opened the door to enter the clinic, the first thing I noticed was a pair of little boy’s winter boots. I said out loud to my hubby, “Who the hell brings their kid to a fertility clinic?”. The mother just happened to be watching me and MAY have heard me. Me and my big mouth. Oops :S Come on Lindsey! Don’t judge the situation. Maybe her sitter cancelled or he isn’t in daycare until the afternoon?
I decided to make the best of the it and gave the little guy a big smile as I sat down across from him. At this point, I figured he was about 4 or 5 years old. I truly do love children (obviously or I wouldn’t be putting myself through all this to have my own), but I did think it was bizarre to bring him to a fertility clinic.
While waiting for my hubby to be called, another couple walked in and attempted to find a seat. This next part just broke my heart. They were both larger bodied individuals and the husband could not fit in the waiting room chairs! He tried but ended up sitting on a bench underneath the TV . He made the best of it and just shrugged at his wife as he moved across the room from her. You would think a fertility clinic would know by now that people come in all shapes and sizes. This experience just shocked me. I felt so bad for them. It’s bad enough that you have to be at the clinic in the first place, but now they couldn’t even sit together because our clinic truly does have smaller chairs. *head shake*
After my hubs got called in, I learned that the little boys’s parents were indeed there to conceive another child and that the father was an arrogant ass. He tried to entertain his son by letting him play games on his cell phone while bitching about how long it was taking for their appointment. Ok buddie – ease off. I’m guessing you are only here for a consult today. The doctor is clearly trying to help get someone else pregnant right now. Wait your turn! I think his negativity affected me so strongly, because I was truly trying to be as calm and relaxed as possible. My piece of advice to that father for next time is: maybe the time will go by faster if you play with, or at least, talk to your son! /endrant
When my hubby was done, we grabbed a pita for lunch. Then, I did my fertility meditation in the truck before we went back in for our IUI appointment. This time the waiting room was empty. Ah, this is better.
We got the same nurse as last time. She felt bad as she didn’t recognize us, but in all honestly, I didn’t recognize her at first either. We both laughed about it.
This time, I felt so much more prepared. I was relaxed. I was focused on my breathing (as I truly think I held my breath the entire time for IUI#1). I was visualizing the sperm entering my plush, moist, warm uterus and swimming up to meet my ripe egg. The cramping wasn’t as bad. The procedure seemed to be over faster. This is much better!
Our RE was off this afternoon, so we got to meet with the other RE at the clinic. She was running behind and we ended up waiting about 45 minutes after the procedure to see her. My hubby and I both thought she wasn’t as clear as our usual RE. We aren’t sure exactly what his counts were. Was that pre or post wash counts? I thought she said 7 mil? You thought she said 70? Well that’s a HUGE difference?!?! Ughh… we dunno? The one thing that was clear is that his motility went down from 82% to 70%. She said his counts were still in average range and enough to get us pregnant. Alright. Whatever. Not worth stressing over. Good enough… for now.
Initially when we left, I gave my husband a bit of a nag-fest. “I told you that drinking binge you went on 3 weekends ago would affect things! I told you to eat more vegetables! Were you taking your vitamins?” I quickly realized: it’s not worth it. I apologized and told him that I just need him to be fully committed until we get that BFP. Last time, he seemed so confident that I think he slacked a bit. Oh well. We are still in the game.
I cozied up in the truck and turned my meditation on again. I woke up after another 1.5 hour nap. Whoa. Talk about sleep much? It felt like I had just laid my head down. Obviously, my mind and body needed it.
Tonight, I’ve had some minor cramping on and off, but it’s much less than the last time. I’m feeling pretty good until I start my progesterone suppositories again tomorrow. Oh yeah!
Our Beta is scheduled for February 19th. I’ve got a good feeling this time.
Here’s to a quick and easy 2ww!