In loud, echoing voice of a boxing ring announcer:
In this corner, coming in at 18 mm, the Fightin’ Follicle(s?).
In this corner, coming in at 10 ccs, the Mighty Swimmers.
(Didn’t your families play “All-Star Wrestling” too; each member of the family with their own “wrestling name” and every game starting with the ring master announcing the wrestlers?)
Yesterday we did IUI #1. It went very well. Dr B did it and she is what we would call a “smooth operator.” L didn’t have any pain or discomfort at all. Afterwards, L and I called in sick to work and went to the beach for a couple of hours where we read and watched the water. It was really nice. Then we went home, made and devoured guacamole, finished the second quilt (pictures coming soon-they are cute!), and then rode our bikes to see the Sex and the City movie. The movie was really good, though pretty sappy. L and I both cried multiple times throughout. On the way home we took the long way through the park and then stopped and shared a hot fudge sundae from a new ice cream place in our neighborhood. All in all it was a great day. Any baby would be happy and proud to be conceived on such a day. (Did you hear that baby?)
So, this morning we went for IUI #2. Unfortunately, Dr. B wasn’t there so the nurse did it for us. She is a nice person, but she certainly over-shares. On the way there I suggested that we adopt a strategy for dealing with her- be nice, respond to her comments, but under NO CIRCUMSTANCES ask any questions about her, her family, her thoughts and feelings, etc. Fair game was any question we had about our process. This worked fairly well. She was very restrained until the very end when she started talking about her own fertility issues, how hard the process is and then described it as “emotional trauma.” I am sure it feels that way for some people, but we are thankfully not there yet.. Other than that, it went pretty well. L had more cramping today, but overall felt good. Sadly, today we just had to get on the subway and go to work. Blech.
Now we are officially in our TWW. L will have a blood test on the 18th. I was hoping I could get out work early so I could be there when she gets the results, but when I got to work today I saw that I have a meeting that day. For real, I am tired of work interfering in my life. Maybe we will be able to work something out though.
So, please keep your fingers crossed for us. Hopefully in two weeks I will be able to run around the house like my brother, The Bruiser, used to do when he won a match, singing, “Victorious, victorious, victorious!”