We Did It!

We had our first IUI this morning, just a bit before 9 am. We got to the RE's office about 8:30, and after some confusion about whether I was supposed to get blood drawn (I wasn't, and thankfully the tech figured that out before the needle went into my arm), they took us back to a room.

The room was tiny-- barely enough space for Sylvia, the nurse, and me. The nurse showed us the syringe of sperm, verified the donor number, and connected it to the catheter. Then she left and I got undressed and up on the table to wait.

Sylvia and I were both full of nervous energy. This manifested in me being fidgety and in my wife singing silly lovemaking songs to me ("I want to sex you up", to name but one; I laughed and then said perhaps she should pick a different song for this particular occasion).

When Dr. P came in, he was all business. He shook our hands and then plopped down on the little stool by my feet to get started. The whole thing took less than five minutes.

Right when it was time to actually inseminate, Dr. P handed the reins to my wife. She held my hand with one hand while pushing the plunger with the other. It was a wonderful experience, and my sweet Sylvia was positively beaming.

They let me lay on the table afterward for as long as we wanted. I had a plane to catch (ugh), so I stayed laying down for just a little over half an hour. On the walk back to the car, Sylvia stopped to get coffee (for herself-- no caffeine for me right now) while I went straight to the car to lay down. When she got to the car she found me in the passenger's seat as flat as I could get with my feet up on the dash. That gave her a good laugh.

On the drive back home I basked in the sun-- it was a picture-perfect day, weather-wise-- and of course pulled out my cell phone to capture the moment (too bad you can't see how blue the sky was)...

Sylvia drove us home with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my belly. I tell you, that woman melts my heart over and over again.

Two hours later I was on a plane to Detroit for a week (for work). I miss my wife so much, and am so sad we aren't getting to spend these first few days together. Sigh.