As I suspected, my LH surge arrived today complete with a party hat, noisemakers, and ample EWCM. Before the surge was confirmed, I received an email from our midwife stating that she normally works at a women’s clinic in another city tomorrow. Crap. Before we called her to discuss timing, J and I were already trying to figure out where we were going to get the supplies to do this at home on our own tomorrow.
We called C (the midwife), and she was scrambling to find a catheter. Her order hasn’t come in yet, and she is determined to do this for us. Tomorrow, given that she can find a catheter (and I’m convinced she will), she will come to our place before she goes to the other city. We’re talking early–maybe 6:30 or 7:00 early. If an IUI in one’s own bed first thing in the morning on ovulation day isn’t the perfect way for a TTCer to start the day, I don’t know what is (okay, there is something better than that, but we’ve got a couple of weeks to go before that comes).
Ah, yes. Almost there.
I can’t believe it, considering just two posts ago, I was confirming that I was not pregnant, but it’s O time for me again. I forgot how quickly all of this happens when we’re doing this regularly. I’ve been taking OPKs for a few days now, and late this morning had a strong positive. Our swimmers should get here tomorrow, but I’m so scared that this egg is going to pop out before then making it all pointless. I believe I have mentioned before how much I hate this timing part, so I won’t go there again. For now, I’m comforted knowing our sperm will be on their way up the California coast in just a couple of hours.
This will be my first time going through a home insemination without my sweetheart here. She’s got to work all day, and we agreed that I should move things along as soon as our swimmers arive. I will also be working from home, which should be interesting! Again, I just hope my egg doesn’t pop out too soon. Any “hold it in” vibes you want to send my way would be much appreciated!
Aside from all of the exciting TTC stuff, we’re really settling in here. We love our home and are about 65% moved in. We even have art on the walls! This weekend we did too much shopping, finding some great new bookcases (which we sorely needed for our twelve boxes of books), a potential new sofa suitable for snuggling, and some contenders for a new dining table. We also had the pleasure of a visit from my brother and his girlfriend. We got to take them wine tasting, which was a blast. Below is a photo from our excursion with them on Saturday. It’s taken just a few minutes from our house. This place is so breathtaking. I love it.
Thanks to the IVP shakedown courtesy of the lovely Vee, my surge has arrived (as is evidenced by the positve OPK above). It started last night as far as I can tell, and the line was even stronger this morning. I hope that means it will stay a little while because now the real madness begins.
You see, even though I put in a message asking Mr. Goodman to ship the sperm yesterday (and he knew I would likely need him to send a shipment yesterday), he failed to check his messages, and now we get our shipment FRIDAY. (More to come in a later post about our displeasure with Mr. Goodman of late.)
This poses all kinds of problems. The first and worst of these is that I could ovulate today. If that happens, we have the whole issue of deteriorating old egg tomorrow, and that won’t do.
The second is that while today I have a light day with school, and my classes are finished by the time a shipment would arrive, tomorrow I teach in the morning, J teaches in the afternoon, and I have office hours in the afternoon too with students planning to come see me. It’s going to be a screwy sort of day, and I may very well have to inseminate by myself! Not cool.
So to all those IVP ladies out there who helped with the egg shakedown, would you help me hold it in for just a few hours more? I’ve never had more conversations with my ovaries than I have in the past couple of days. Today’s goes something like, “Please, please, please, don’t drop the egg today! Please, I’m begging you! Please!” Yeah, because begging always works. Perhaps I should switch to bribery. Any suggestions on how to bribe an ovary?
If I wake up with a temperature spike in the morning, I fear I may need to drink a lot of scotch. Of course, I’ll inseminate anyway because, well, what else am I going to do with a syringe full of sperm? But I may be drunk while basting. Bleh.