If you follow me on Twitter (@themedwife), you likely saw a series of convoluted tweets about me hating my husband’s job, having the worst morning ever, and so on and so forth. It was, to say the least, not a smooth sailing, everything goes the way it should, kind of morning. I wrote a really long post about it last night, complete with all the gory details, and then I didn’t post it because, well, it just seemed too personal, and while I’m ALL. ABOUT. PERSONAL. on my blogs, I just didn’t feel right about it. So I didn’t post it. Maybe I will one day, but not today.
To make a long story short(er), here’s the deal. Our IUI was scheduled yesterday morning. It finally got done around 1:30pm. This was not because one of us didn’t show up. We certainly showed up to all the right places. This was not the doctor’s or nurse’s fault. This was just… how it was. The bit about me hating my husband’s job at the time referred to the fact that my husband has been on night float at the hospital for a couple weeks now, and because of this is exhausted each and every morning. This may or may not have had a HUGE effect on our IUI plans.
Regardless of what did or did not happen, it got done. I had to skip a major Spanish test to do it (which has since been a constant source of anxiety, waiting to see if my professor will let me make up the exam, especially since she doesn’t typically allow make-up tests). C’s swimmers were phenomenal (yea… I’m a little proud, not going to lie. 60million, 92% motility- woo! When you can’t really brag about your own body, you’ve got to take the victories where you can find them, right?). All is good in IUI land at last.
For anyone who wants to know what it’s like- think, um, yearly gyn exam. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t painful. I don’t wish to ever do it again (please, God).
Hope you all are having a happy Friday!