it's been...one week
It's been one week since my IUI. I'm smack dab in the middle of my two week wait. The "2ww" is horrible. It is such a mixed bag of emotions in my head during that time. I want to be hopeful, but I don't want to get my hopes up. I want to think positively, but I don't want to be crushed if the results are negative. I want to think there is an embryo developing in my uterus, but then again, I don't want to think that so when there isn't, I didn't really think there ever was. In other words, the 2ww sucks!
My IUI went well. I realized as I was sitting on the table waiting for the doctor that I hadn't worried about it hurting, nor had I even thought about that until that moment. When I realized that, I just thought, wow...something that not too long ago I stressed about until the point where I felt sick, hadn't even crossed my mind until the minutes before my IUI. Maybe I was too worried about Dusty having to give me a shot to think about it!
That did have me slightly worried. Dusty did great, though. Sunday morning, in the middle of making pancakes for Dusty, Summer and myself, I loaded up the needle (years of doing this for Dad to give shots to the cattle came in handy!), and then Dusty gave me the shot. I don't know why, but I bled when he gave me the shot. And as I felt it trickle down my skin, I was trying to figure out whether it was alcohol or blood. Well, Dusty wiped it with a cotton ball before putting the band-aid on me, and let me tell you, when I saw it was blood, I nearly passed out! I felt the blood rush out of my head and the cold sweat start to break out down my back. My vision started to get a little blurry as I started to flip a pancake, and I realized I was about to pass out. I asked Dusty to turn the pancakes and laid down for a couple of minutes. After laying down for a short time, I was fine, but dang! I just can't take the sight of my own blood, I guess. I'm such a sissy.
So, that was Sunday morning. I quickly recovered in time to enjoy pancakes with my niece. Dusty and I asked her lots of questions about dance, and just loved our conversation with her. She talks so adult-like for a 10 year old!
Monday, I went to work for part of the day, and then left around 1:00 to run an errand and then meet Dusty at home to head to the clinic. Dr. H came in and said Dusty's numbers looked great {yay}, and then we started the IUI. It was more painful than usual. Dr. H warned me I was about to cramp and boy, was he right! Right when he said it, I felt pretty strong cramps and hurt for the rest of the procedure, which was only a couple of minutes at most.
Afterwards, we headed home (after laying on the table for 20 minutes, of course), and I took the rest of the day off and chilled on the couch. I had pretty strong cramping the rest of the day, and even the next day at work. That was tough! I was walking around like a little old lady, bent over from the cramps keeping me from straightening up. Luckily, everyone just thought I wasn't feeling well and didn't really ask me anything about it!! Thank goodness!
So, that brings us back to being in the middle of the 2ww. We'll see what happens.
My IUI went well. I realized as I was sitting on the table waiting for the doctor that I hadn't worried about it hurting, nor had I even thought about that until that moment. When I realized that, I just thought, wow...something that not too long ago I stressed about until the point where I felt sick, hadn't even crossed my mind until the minutes before my IUI. Maybe I was too worried about Dusty having to give me a shot to think about it!
That did have me slightly worried. Dusty did great, though. Sunday morning, in the middle of making pancakes for Dusty, Summer and myself, I loaded up the needle (years of doing this for Dad to give shots to the cattle came in handy!), and then Dusty gave me the shot. I don't know why, but I bled when he gave me the shot. And as I felt it trickle down my skin, I was trying to figure out whether it was alcohol or blood. Well, Dusty wiped it with a cotton ball before putting the band-aid on me, and let me tell you, when I saw it was blood, I nearly passed out! I felt the blood rush out of my head and the cold sweat start to break out down my back. My vision started to get a little blurry as I started to flip a pancake, and I realized I was about to pass out. I asked Dusty to turn the pancakes and laid down for a couple of minutes. After laying down for a short time, I was fine, but dang! I just can't take the sight of my own blood, I guess. I'm such a sissy.
So, that was Sunday morning. I quickly recovered in time to enjoy pancakes with my niece. Dusty and I asked her lots of questions about dance, and just loved our conversation with her. She talks so adult-like for a 10 year old!
Monday, I went to work for part of the day, and then left around 1:00 to run an errand and then meet Dusty at home to head to the clinic. Dr. H came in and said Dusty's numbers looked great {yay}, and then we started the IUI. It was more painful than usual. Dr. H warned me I was about to cramp and boy, was he right! Right when he said it, I felt pretty strong cramps and hurt for the rest of the procedure, which was only a couple of minutes at most.
Afterwards, we headed home (after laying on the table for 20 minutes, of course), and I took the rest of the day off and chilled on the couch. I had pretty strong cramping the rest of the day, and even the next day at work. That was tough! I was walking around like a little old lady, bent over from the cramps keeping me from straightening up. Luckily, everyone just thought I wasn't feeling well and didn't really ask me anything about it!! Thank goodness!
So, that brings us back to being in the middle of the 2ww. We'll see what happens.
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