What a day. I’m breaking it down for you, bullet-style:
∞ Thank you, everyone, for attempting to keep me sane during my latest bout of the crazies. If all of this were just up to me and my silly husband, I probably wouldn’t have even made it this far without going bananas. Your support is always and deeply appreciated.
∞ The IUI has been denied by my insurance because, and I quote, “artificial insemination or infertility treatment is only covered when a diagnosis of infertility has been established.” Hello? Have you seen my husbands sperm count? I’m pretty sure we are the definition of infertility. I spent an hour of my day on hold, filed an appeal, and we’ll just see what happens next.
∞ First of back-to-back IUIs went well. Hubby’s post-wash count was 1.5 million/ml, but there was only half a ml, so 750,000 total. Motility was 48%. My cervix put up a fight, and Dr. C had to come in and insert the catheter himself, but it was fine. I had one mature follicle on the right and a teeny one on the left. Fun fact: apparently my clinic thinks it’s a great idea to put pictures of babies on the ceiling above the stirrups. Happy thoughts, I guess?
∞ We go back tomorrow to do it all over again, except this time Hubby only has to choke the chicken once. Ew. Did I just write “choke the chicken”? I’m running out of euphemisms for masturbation.
∞ I leave you with the song that has been stuck in my head ever since those silly baby pictures on the ceiling: