The TWW

God's delays are not God's denials. A few weeks ago we focused on this phrase at church and since then it's been something that I tell myself every single day. 

The two-week wait sucks. It is stressful and miserable and frustrating and it can never go by fast enough. I've been trying to focus my energy on home improvement projects, kind of sort of attempting to cook, getting back into Pilates (which I absolutely love!) and tuning into my faith and spiritual journey. And not just during the never ending wait - These are all things that make me happy (except for the cooking) and fulfilled and help with stress relief.

My IUI was March 28th. Originally I was going to go by myself because we've had so many doctors visits and tests and follow ups that we have to do together that I didn't want to have Allen miss work for this too. However, I definitely ended up having a mini breakdown the evening before and I think he felt bad and wanted to join me. Obviously I loved having him there with me to help calm my nerves. Thanks babe! After the wash we had a count of 11 million good healthy swimmers. The nurse said that this was "great!!!" on the 'okay to great sperm scale'. This, of course, is a fact that the hubs seems very proud of and doesn't let me forget. During the past few years he has always insisted that I must be the problem because he has "super sperm". Apparently the fact that I've been cleared and given a good to go and that fact that we obviously haven't conceived yet doesn't seem to affect his ego. I don't get it, but whatever.

The IUI procedure itself was pretty quick and easy. We got to watch everything on the ultrasound monitor so that was pretty neat. We saw a bunch of tiny white dots floating around and it turns out that those were the washed spermies. Hopefully they figured out what they were supposed to do and headed in the right direction. Before leaving I was caught off guard when the doctor said "call us in 16 days once you get a positive pregnancy test". What? Woohoo! I absolutely loved hearing those words. Except then she followed that up with "...or once you confirm that you're not pregnant". Okay, I'm back down to Earth. Anyway so afterwards I went home to rest and relax and basically hold the couch down for the rest of the day. It was a hard job but someone's got to do it.

The morning of the IUI, literally about an hour prior to the procedure, the hubs and I got some interesting news and possibly an incredible opportunity. I can't help but think that the timing of the news must be some kind of sign. It's still early and we are committed to up to a few IUI rounds but the ball is finally rolling in the right direction. And it's rolling fast. I don't know how things are going to pan out but I'm trying to keep focused on the excitement instead of the stress. Although both are pretty overwhelming. 

Gracias.

Heather