I. B. Inseminated

It's a little weird to think of myself as inseminated . . . but here I am . . . pumped up with washed and capacitated little swimmers. Inseminated sounds like I just signed up for a 6 year tour with the navy, not that I just took a 20% stab at making a baby.

I thought it would hurt - it didn't.  I thought I would get nervous - I didn't.  I thought there would be a lot of pomp and circumstance - there wasn't.  Just me, my RE, a couple mils of my husband's contribution and a syringe.  Thats it.  And the deed is done.  And now . . . we wait.

Ho hum.  Tic toc, tic toc.  Did I mention I am not good at this part.   Doctors are not patient people by nature.  I need to find a good 1.5 week focus - something that will keep me from eating and thinking too much.  Right before the pee tests are scheduled, the husband and I are going to take a few days off and spend some time together - it will be nice to just focus on each other and not to focus on the task at hand.

This whole process is so . . . un-sexy.  The ultrasound probing, the timed activities, the plastic cup, the drippy prometrium.  I know that everyone complains that during a marriage the bedroom stuff can go downhill, but I didn't think that this would have such power as a catalyst.    Its a good thing that I love my husband and that we haven't allowed this to define us - but I am sure its only a matter of time because the stress is there.  I can't even imaging how much more involved IVF is - in time, hormones, money and mostly emotion.  This whole thing can be so uplifting and draining at the same time.

So at this point I am home alone (husband is working all night) so I am going to curl up with my unsexy self, celebrate with a couple thin mints and a chick flick and send my chi to my pelvis.

For today - I am happy, hopeful and at peace.  Can't guarantee it will last until tomorrow, but I guess one day at a time . . . right?

Thank you for all your support.  I have appreciated the comments.