Last night as we were going to bed, I found myself feeling scared and worried. I was surprised at these feelings as I was not anxious leading up to this appointment, but last night and this morning it hit me hard. What happened today could have ripped my current source of hope away and leave me with nothing. The ultrasound tech was quiet as she went about her business, not really giving me any comments on what she was seeing. She did say what physically she was doing (e.g., "I'm looking at the left ovary now") and I found myself rising and falling wondering what each statement might mean for our chances. She spent a lot of time looking at the right ovary, so that's a good sign, right? Oh no, she's measuring again on the left side, we are going to have to cancel!
Luckily all that worry was for nothing. Once I was able to talk to the nurse, everything went well. I had a couple follicles on both sides, although the biggest was on the right. That was what we were hoping, so I had the trigger and tomorrow we are going in for the IUI.
This was also my first time with the special ultrasound wand and it was not as bad as I was expecting. The tech first showed it to me and said where it would go, and I'm thinking, "how is that long thing going to fit in there?"
DH goes in to do his thing first thing in the morning and my appointment is two hours later. I've been wondering if I should buy him something for some inspiration. He said the office's magazine supplies aren't that great. But I'm a little worried that it would just make him more nervous about it.
I also wasn't expecting that our appointments would be so far apart. I know it has to go through the semen wash, but I had pictured in my head that we would at least participate in these appointments together. Depending on how much time he can take off work, he is still going to come to my appointment for the IUI. I guess I have this old-fashioned belief that my husband should at least be in the room when I get impregnated.
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