The past forty-eight hours have been a whirlwind.
I wrote on Monday about my negative ovulation predictor kit and about how the waiting was just torturous.
Then, at 6 pm, on a whim, I took another test and it came back positive.
After barely sleeping Monday night from anticipation, I called my RE yesterday morning and was told to come in for my IUI in three hours.
After some schedule juggling, my husband went in first to provide his part, which was prepared and placed in a catheter.
Then, at 11:40, it was my turn.
I was escorted to the room, instructed to undress from the waist down, and the nurse casually placed the sperm-filled catheter beside me on a tray.
It was so strange to sit there and wait…to think that that catheter held our hopes.
The doctor came in and in the blink of an eye, he inserted the speculum and threaded the catheter into my uterus, where the sperm will hopefully do their work.
After he was done, he said he had one piece of advice for me…that I go home and drink wine every night until my period is due to arrive.
I knew I liked him.
I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t get through these next two weeks of waiting without wine!