IUI #1 is done-zo!
Due to unfortunate scheduling limitations and BFF’s recent car trouble, the coordination for the IUI was less than fun. I was reminded of the trauma I used to face each week as the manager of a coffee shop trying to balance everyone’s need for hours, days off, and preferences. I am so grateful that, most of the time, I only have to think about how and when to get myself to the places I need to go.
After a lot of back and forth, I talked the triage nurse into washing BFFs sperm on her lunch break (I am not above bribing.) My buddy Hoogie picked BFF up from his office and sperm-taxied him down to the office at noon, where I met them. BFF left his sample, gave me a kiss on the cheek and skedattled back to work. La sent me text messages as I sat and waited for the wash to finish and be called back. After an hour and a half, I was shown to my room and told to undress from the waist down.
The doctor (yet another new one! We are on doc #5 but so far they are all awesome!) was the head of the practice who we had originally been scheduled to see for our first visit at this OB. Frequent readers will remember my freakout about his online bio discussing his commitment to ‘family values.’ Although that fear has been subdued by the countless awesome experiences, I couldn’t put it entirely out of my mind. But he was AMAZING. SOOO nice. Friendly, cheerful, not at all weird or creepy – which I was especially grateful for as I was alone and feeling a little skeezed out about it all.
It was, as I hear most IUIs are, pretty uneventful. I has harboring some fear about the catheter, since my HSG was akin to medieval torture and I wasn’t clear what, exactly, had caused that level of pain. But I hardly even felt a cramp. He told me my cervix was in a ‘perfect spot’ and my cervical mucus was ‘nice and clear’ – which is always nice to hear. He shook my hand and told me to take a pregnancy test in 14 days if my period hadn’t showed up.
So we are definitely on the hill, chuga-chug-chuggin’ up to the top, waiting with all the trepidation in the world to see what comes next. It feels good to be back on the ride again, instead of standing in line.