So, Saturday’s IUI went off without a hitch. But I should divulge how the day started.
David and I left the house for a trip to Dunkin Donuts (coffee for me, Munchkins for the little guy) because S. was, shall we say,….. busy. When we got in the car, I looked down at the odometer which read 6666.6 (ewwww) and as the satellite station came up as we backed out of the garage, we heard the chorus of the Beach Boys song,
“Don’t Worry Baby”
Dont worry baby
Dont worry baby
Everything will turn out alright
But I digress.
So I get to the Faraway RE’s Office, drop off the sample, and they tell me to come back in 90 minutes for the IUI. So I am left traipsing through Target for things I don’t need (cute Valentine’s stuff btw) and when I arrive back at the RE’s office I am in a sea of waiting patients (every chair was occupied). That’s what I hate most about Faraway RE’s Office…. it’s so huge it’s intimidating. I like the staff and the smallness of my local office.
Anyway, as I am waiting this woman comes in and she looks odd. Her hair is wet (its freezing outside), she’s sporting pajamas (hello, it’s noon) and a Philadelphia Eagles coat. And she’s talking to herself. And she continues to talk to herself as she’s signing in, as she’s hanging her coat, as she’s getting a magazine, as she’s sitting in the chair. I am thinking, “this woman is a loon”.
And then, she turns to the other 25 people in the VERY SILENT waiting room and says (loudly) “Ya’ll having a nice day????”
Ummmmm, yeah. We’re here for shits and giggles you freak.
Everyone ignores her, and miraculously her name is called and she disappears into the back, but you can still hear her talking the nurse’s ear off about how bad AF is and she will need to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW.
You can’t help but giggle at that. And, I guess its true that infertility can effect insane people too. lol.
Anyhoo, the IUI went well. Hubby’s sample, although slightly lower post-wash than last time, had great motility 92%. And I am very sure I ovulated shortly after. Very pronounced pain from both sides. And, we did abide by Dr.P’s orders, and sealed the deal again Saturday night. Couldn’t have done anything better this cycle.
And now, we wait again.
And speaking of the 2WW, I just have to give a shout out to one of my oldest online buddies, Beka. She got a blazing BFP over the weekend. If there is anyone in the world I want to be pregnant more than myself, it’s Beka. It’s been a long road for her.
Sticky vibes to you sister, I have a feeling this one’s the keeper. xo
2 thoughts on “Don’t Worry Baby”
Can I say that woman sounded STRANGE?!?I about pee’d my pants… about the Dunkin’ Donuts run… and your DH was “busy”! Ha, ha, ha!! I’m sad to say that we’ve had a similar circumstance… DH goes to do his part, I drive around w/ child and usually stop at Panera for breakfast… then head back to RE office… hand of child… and then it’s my turn for fun!Aaaah, good times, good times!I really hope your 2WW goes by fast, and I’ll anxiously await to hear your news!Good Luck!Jen
Thank you, darlin’! I hope beyond hope that we get to be pg buddies!