IUI #4 complete

What a long ass day this was.

Before I get into the day, I want to update on the OPK status. PURELY in the interest of science again (*ahem*) I peed on three sticks Tuesday morning. Remember that I gave myself the Ovidrel (hcg) shot on Monday night. An Answer Brand OPK, A Clear Blue Easy Easy Read, and an internet cheaper HPT. All were negative. Apparently it takes more than 12 hours to show up in my pee. I wish I'd have done another Tuesday night but didn't. I did use a CBE Easy Read tonight and it was almost positive. Pretty close to positive. As close to positive as I ever see. So it takes somewhere between 12 & 48 hours to show up in my pee. Not exactly news, I know. (As a side note, I left tonight's OPK on the bathroom sink to develop. David wandered in and held it up, looking at me quizzicly. I explained it was an OPK not a HPT. He said "I thought, Damn, you're pregnant already?" We could only be so lucky.)


Anyway, back to my day.
Started early. I work 2nd shift, so I don't actually have to be out of bed til about noon most days. We had to be at the clinic at 7:30, so I had to be up at 6:30. David opted to skip a shower and throw on a hat. I figured since my hoo-ha was going to be probed, it'd be nice if I washed up.
We fought through rush hour traffic and made it to the clinic about 7:32. Traffic was REALLY heavy, so I was relieved to get there. Went in and sat til about 7:45 when they called David back to produce his specimen. This was the first time he'd had to produce at the office. The old RE and my GYN both had us collect at home and bring it in. He did once have to do his business in a hospital bathroom for a SA. He said he'd do okay cause nothing could be worse than that.

We get to the room. It contained a small sofa and a cabinet of porn. Now, I'm not expert, but they could really expand their selection. There was one hustler and a shit-ton of playboys. Playboy is really the vanilla of porn. David is all about the boobs and big girl. Help a couple out.

Anyway, without getting into way TMI let's just say he had some stage fright. Just couldn't get there. I was freaking out and honestly about to cry. It was so noisy in there. We could hear people walking up and down the hallway and other people ringing the bells that indicate the specimen are ready. So romantic. I did my best to help but after nearly 45 minutes I asked if maybe I was doing more harm than good and should step out. He said maybe we should try it. So I went out to the waiting room to be a nervous wreck by myself. He was done less than 10 minutes later. Poor guy. As stressed out as I was, I can't imagine being able to get myself to orgasm in that room, so I felt bad for him.

I nearly cried when he walked out to the waiting room to join me looking smug. So proud. Maybe 25 or 30 minutes later, we were called back and I donned the oh-so-familiar blue sheet. At least it's fabric. A step up from the paper blankets of my past. The nurse, Crystal, came in.

I wish I could convey to you how wonderful she was. So sweet, just enough humor to diffuse the situation and embarrass my husband. And she didn't hurt me at all.

The count was great. 24.5 million. (This won David a high five from Crystal. He blushed.) Another compliment on my cervical mucous. I didn't even feel her put the catheter in. I didn't know it was in until she asked David if he'd like to push the plunger. When he pushed, I had 2 very small cramps, but nothing major. Layed on the table a few and then was ready to go.

Mostly felt bloated today.

Now we wait. I have a progesterone in a week. I can POAS on the 4th of July.

I had some panic this morning. David seemed so happy as we drove home. All I could say was "I hope you're not disappointed if it fails." He said "well, I will be, but we'll move on and try again next month." He's such a great husband. Just think what a great dad he'd be.