It always amazes me how much can happen in one week. A week ago today I went to my family doctor with a fever, body aches and a nose that wouldn’t stop running no matter how much I blew and blew into the mountain of tissues that were slowly filling up my garbage can.
Dr B’s diagnosis: influenza…which is fine she said because she can write me a prescription for antibiotics and Tamiflu. I should feel better in a couple of days! I was relieved, because living alone, in a basement, sick is about as miserable as you can imagine. I told her I was excited because that week I would also be inseminated for the first time so I needed to be better quick! She looked at me with disappointing eyes and threw my prescriptions in the trash. No antibiotics or Tamiflu for women trying to become pregnant.
I would have to suffer with Advil and Nyquil till the insemination and then talk to my fertility doctor for further instructions. I drove home in tears knowing I would be feeling awful for a while. All week I basically lied in bed, sweating and yelling at poor Simba to leave me alone while I chugged NyQuil more efficiently than I ever could chug a beer.
On Friday I got a call from my fertility clinic – my egg was ready to go and I would be inseminated the next day! This was the call I had been waiting for, every time my phone rang I would jump hoping it was time. However Friday I was miserable from being sick for five days and the last thing I felt like doing was waking up at 6:30 in the morning to have a strange mans sperm inseminated into me.
I know that sounds awful, for 11 months now I have waited for this phone call and now I just wanted to crawl under the covers and die (well not literally). I called my mom and she said she would come with me and I would pick her up bright and early to attend the “event”.
Saturday morning I gave blood, signed a million documents and paid my final bill with First Steps. I left to go pick up my mom while the sperm de-thawed. After an ultrasound and some more waiting Dr G. was ready for me.
Now I have seen The Back Up Plan. That J-Lo movie where she is flipped upside down to let gravity do it’s thing while she is artificially inseminated. I was a little nervous about becoming nauseous upside down, but when I got into the room there was just a doctors table with stirrups. No chair, no fancy technology – all very medical and boring. I was inseminated quicker then you could blink and was told to come back 10 days later for a blood pregnancy test.
A whole minute of my day that I hope and pray will change the rest of my life!
I went home, threw some pillows under my hips and placed my feet up against my headboard. I wasn’t taking anything to chance – I mean if J-Lo had to be inverted shouldn’t I??
I napped the rest of day until I had to go to my old roommate Brendan’s wedding and have slowly started feeling better every day since.
Please everyone send great vibes towards my uterus…I need all the luck I can!