Four or five eggies waiting to pop. (Quote from the nurse who did the IUI- “How big is your house?!”)
A uterine lining that is “perfect” to quote my fs.
An awesome set of swimmers from Q. (seriously, he’s into the over achieving too it seems- 40 million post-wash, with greater than 95% motility, all of them graded 3 or 4 on a scale where 1 is too busy eating doughnuts to swim and 4 is M.ichael P.helps territory- and I’m sorry if you didn’t want to know that, but I’m pretty excited and proud and I just can’t tell people who know Q. in real life because I think it would weird them out to have me bragging about how awesome my husband’s sperm is.)
I don’t want to get too excited, but really, the odds must be pretty ok.
So I’m now going to take it easy, nurse my sore hip and my sore innards, and lie around thinking fertilising thoughts. I am not going to run. I am not going to drink. I am going to be the perfect patient (I have learned my lesson from yesterday) and do everything I can to let this work.
Second IUI tomorrow. Beta test on Sept. 2nd.
Thanks in advance for waiting and hoping with me. You ladies rock.