I went in today for the IUI, which means Husband had to take care of business early this morning. His sample was fair. Not great, but not bad. I have felt like someone has punched me on either side of my uterus ever since yesterday. Slightly crampy, but not in the center. I take this to be a good sign. A sign that I'm actually popping out an egg (or two!).
We are now in ttc purgatory. We are in the two week wait (tww). This is the time when I get to obsess over every change in my body. Joy!
I want to take this time to note all the ways in which I have grown and matured through this process.
- I no longer compulsively read pregnancy/birth/infant books. This is a huge step and a healthy one. I packed them all up in a box and put them in the attic. I'll take them out once we are pregnant, though friends have assured me that they are less interesting once you are actually pregnant. We will see.
- I pee on far fewer tests than I used to. This might be because I'm really tired of the negatives. But I'm going to attribute it to my incredible will power.
- My experience with infertility has pushed me to learn a lot about nutrition that I otherwise may not have known. It is also forcing me to re-evaluate my overall health. This is something that may end up preventing disease in the future.
- Infertility has also pointed me to God. It's forced me to realize I'm not in control. Just because I forecast an event in my budget, doesn't mean it's going to happen. I know, it surprised me too. God's plan is better than mine.
- I squeeze my breasts a lot less. I used to obsess so much over breast tenderness that I was constantly groping myself (not in public or at least not in public where people could see me). In fact, I think I was squeezing them so much I may have been making them sore. Ah, the joys of the two week wait.