There’s not a ton to say about it. The numbers weren’t good, the procedure was awful and painful… that about covers it! It took one hour, two nurses and a TON of prodding to get things to go where they needed to go in my body. Thanks to the fact that my internal girl parts are shifted to the left and my uterus tilts the wrong way, I’m not an easy case.
After the second nurse finally got things to go where they needed to go, not without great effort, and after a lot of pain and discomfort on my end, I laid on the table with my hips propped up waiting for the all clear to get up and go home. Tears were streaming down my face and Edder was standing next to me holding my hand, livid beyond belief about the entire fiasco. It was tough, plain and simple. In that moment all I could think was “eff this noise, infertility can go screw itself.” It was awful.
Thankfully I’d taken the entire day off work, and I needed it. I was in pain. I was emotionally spent. I was exhausted. So, I spent the rest of the day doing a whole lot of nothing and that was that. IUI No. 2 in the books. Fingers crossed, reality cap firmly in place.