Today is one of those eerie days where everything just clicked into place. I’m still kind of baffled by the whole thing. Well it actually started yesterday.
Since I’ve been on Clomid, I’ve started taking OPK’s on cycle day 11, and would continue taking them until I confirmed that I had already ovulated. The first three cycles on Clomid I ovulated between day 18 and day 20, so that meant I was using up a lot of OPK’s. But I was okay with that, since I kept ordering them in bulk. (Sometimes cynicism = practicality). Well this cycle I was actually contemplating being a bit more frugal, and not taking my first OPK until around cycle day 14 or 15. But then yesterday came, and it was cycle day 11, and old habits die hard and whatnot. So I took an OPK. It was *positive*.
My body, which up until now had been the most stubborn ovulator on earth, had finally started cooperating thanks to the Clomid, and now suddenly it decides to play the early bird card? I couldn’t believe it. I waited an hour and took another OPK. Still positive. Craziness. So *that’s* why I’ve been so moody lately, and had weird bodily stuff going on… So I let my husband know he’d have to go into the clinic the next morning to do his biz-ness, as it were. It was time for IUI # 2.
The timing was kind of crazy. As in crazy good. You see, we had almost had sex the night before but it didn’t quite happen. Which means that when he went in to provide his sample today he had a good stockpile of sperm just waiting to be set free. The doctor told me his count was excellent. Also, I was working from home today because we were having a bed delivered, and the delivery was supposed to happen between 11:00 and 3:00. So that meant it was easy for me to go to the doctor and have the washed sample inserted, and I didn’t even have to make up some stupid story to my boss – I just pretended like the reason I had asked to work from home today was because I had a doctor’s appointment. No questions asked.
Then, it took a bit longer than expected at the doctor’s office (which in my pre-ovulatory moodiness led me to start to get a bit weepy while I waited) , so I was a bit worried I might miss the bed delivery. But they literally got to my house about 10 minutes after I got home. Hmm.
There are some good omens in there, I like to think. Oh and also? If we conceive this cycle, the baby will be due in early October, which just so happens to be my husband’s and my favorite month of the year. And? I am going to a wine and food festival at the end of this month, and thought I’d be in the midst of the 2ww and unsure whether to partake in wine or not, but now? Now I’ll know by then whether I’m pregnant or not. Okay I realize I’m kind of digging for good omens now. But seriously. The timing couldn’t have been better.
Now I just have to ovulate – which now that I mention it, it might be happening right now. I do have a twinge-y pain in my abdomen….could it be? Or maybe it’s the Indian food I ate for lunch.
Anyway the IUI itself went off without a hitch. The doctor had no problem accessing my cervix, unlike last time, so it was far less uncomfortable. Still not exactly a picnic, but it wasn’t bad. Now I just feel like laying on my brand new bed eating bon bons and waiting to find out if I’m pregnant. But unfortunately I still have to be a semi-responsible adult and do what I get paid to do. May this two week wait be a calm and happy one, and may there be a BFP at the end of it…