A month ago I had my first IUI procedure. I was told to go home, rest, wait two weeks, and then come in for a blood test to determine whether or not I was pregnant.
Of course I couldn’t wait, so I did a home pregnancy test after ONE week.
Both the home test and the lab test results were the same: NOT PREGNANT.
Oh well! I’m not stressed about it.
Some thoughts on IUI Number 1
I found my reaction and feelings towards the IUI to be very laid back and relaxed. I wasn’t precious or squeamish about it at all.
I felt like it was a bit of an adventure. A new step. I felt happy that things were moving forward. Things were happening and we were getting closer to being pregnant. I had faith in the doctors. And I was very relieved that I just had to let myself go to the process.
I found the whole scientific process of IUI to be interesting and fascinating. The practice of defrosting sperm, analysing it, washing it, injecting it, flushing it – it may put some people off, but I was very intrigued.
Like the moment I’m sitting on a plane as it speeds down the runway, and suddenly 300 people and this lump of metal are flying through the atmosphere. Like when I see images of the surface of Mars taken by a remote controlled robot. Or knowing that we have a vaccine for cervical cancer now.
I think, my goodness, science is pretty amazing.
So with that attitude, when the nurse asked me whether I wanted my husband to come in from work, to join me, to hold my hand, to share the moment, and maybe “push the button”.
I laughed and said, “No thanks. I’ll be fine.”
It was, after all, a clinical procedure. And I was happy with it being that way. There was no point trying to pretend it was something else.
The odds for falling pregnant on the first IUI is really low. Yet I was feeling really good, relaxed, happy and excited even.
But I’m not disappointed with the negative result at all. I’m super keen to try again! Sign me up for IUI Number 2!
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