Get ready for the longest two weeks ever
Every two week wait is hard, and long, and tortuous. It’s simply the nature of the two week wait.
But I just know this one will be that much harder. I went in for IUI number four yesterday, and a second round this morning. Yesterday went so smoothly, our timing was fantastic, my five follicles looked about ready to pop and I was having all kinds of pre-ovulation symptoms. The symptoms were multiplied by about ten because of the whole about-to-lay-5-eggs thing. For once the catheter went in without any problem, and it was the quickest, easiest IUI in my history.
Last night I had some bad cramps and thought oh, here we go – I must be ovulating. They passed after about 15 minutes and I thought wow, that wasn’t too bad for five eggs.
Ha. Ha ha. I woke up this morning at 5 am in severe pain. My entire right side of my abdomen was throbbing in pain, and I felt like i was going to vomit. I spent much of the morning with an upset stomach, barely able to stand upright without starting to shake and feeling intense pain. Gah! My husband went ahead to drop off his sperm for the second part of our IUI, and by the time he came back to get me I had showered and was feeling a little better. We went in together for the insemination, which was slightly more complex than yesterday since my cervix decided to play twister again. But it wasn’t too bad.
So now the pain has subsided, the two rounds of insemination are done. And I will wait two whopping weeks to go in and have my blood drawn for a pregnancy test on June 7. Our due date, incidentally, would be Valentine’s day. Not that that will mean anything if we turn out to have multiples, as I’m sure they’ll have to come out early. But still, it’s cute that V-day would be our “official” due date. I like it.
Anyway. I am still feeling optimistic. Those five eggs definitely looked ready for action. And my husband’s sperm count was really good yesterday, and quite good today too. The timing was absolutely ideal for both IUI’s this time. So….we will see. I am not going to let myself think about the what-if-it-doesn’t-work thing this time. This time it’s all about thinking positive.
And now I’m supposed to be working, but all I can think is how crazy it is that my right ovary popped out five eggs this morning. I’m still recovering from that a little. I’m like a prize hen or something. Here’s hoping one or two of my eggs actually gets fertilized! Burrow in there, little swimmers, and don’t let go…