If I could assign just one adjective to describe an IUI, it would probably be “surreal.”
It’s truly bizarre.
This is the TMI post. Consider yourselves warned.
First the “sample” is delivered to the special office behind the main office, where they “wash” the little guys to weed out the bad ones. You don’t want to put the abnormally shaped and slow ones in there, so they only use the good ones. Then we go back about an hour later to do the procedure.
Going to the RE’s office on Saturday was really weird. We were the only ones there. Between that and being so familiar with the place, I actually threw my sweater across the waiting room to Darek while I was heading off to the bathroom.We didn’t even have to wait; they were ready for us. The office isn’t actually open on Saturdays, but if that’s the day your IUI or sonogram falls on, that’s the day they do it.
They brought us back to a room, where I got ready. The doctor came in to go over the numbers with us, which were pretty good – and definitely much better than last time (yay!!). The IUI itself takes just a couple of minutes. They put the spermies in a catheter and inject them directly into the uterus.
Imagine yourself in a room with a doctor, nurse, and your husband – and this is happening.
Bizarre-o, right?
We feel pretty hopeful. Not counting on this one working, but hoping it does. The doctor said we can do one more round, and if both fail, we move onto something else. Not sure what that is, and hopefully we won’t have to find out.
Now we just wait.