Today!

Four hours from now, I'll be laying in stirrups.

I've been really anxious. I didn't sleep well.

I'm walking a tightrope, trying to decide whether or not to be optimistic. Truth be told, I am feeling pretty good about this. The WonderSperm only have to swim a few inches. They're being placed almost exactly where they need to be. And I gave myself a fucking injection. Please, Universe. Please just let this work.

We'll see how it goes. This whole morning is going to go by in a rush--BoyWonder has to leave work to get his end of the job done, and then I have to scramble over to the clinic by ten, drop the boys off, wait around for an hour, and then it's finally go time.

If this works (pleaseletitwork), I'll be due in March.

If it doesn't, I'm probably going to cry. Well, I'll definitely cry, but I'm not sure how long it will take me to recover. Hopefully not long, because I'm going to keep doing this until they suggest (probably this fall) that we move on to IVF, which isn't happening for us. At least, not now. Or even in the near future.


I'm wishing I'd taken today off entirely. There was no way to manage that, though, and now I'm going to go back to work after the IUI to do a job that I HATE. Not my normal job, but one that's kind of like babysitting, except you're dealing with a ton of customers and whiny co-irkers and managers who complain about you doing what you're supposed to do, because it causes inconveniences for them. Luckily, it's only four hours of that. And with any luck, I'll spend most of it on a checkstand, instead.


I think that's it for now. I might come back and write about the procedure tomorrow, or I might not show back up for three weeks. You know how it goes.