IUI#3: Natural Disasters that Did Not Occur in My Reproductive System

So last night there was massive rainfall in the Greater Toronto Area. We broke records established from the 50’s. It rained more between 5pm to 6pm than it does in a whole month in July. Highways, subways, the Go-Train, and many other main roads were under water and closed down. Electricity went out for hours in many cities. People were freaking out. The news stations ate it up, covering “dramatic rescues” and such all night and this morning.

Not to diminish the magnitude of this natural disaster, but while people were being “rescued” via inflatable dinghy out of thigh-deep water, I went for a massage. Somehow it seemed like a good idea to me to have my muscles tenderized by a big 250lb male RMT named “Dave” the night before I was inseminated.

The next day, we got up early and made a pitstop at our neighbourhood Star.bucks. for some SKV (skinny vanilla) lattes, mine made with decaf espresso.

DW had to drop off a document camera to the supply teacher covering for her at summer school, so meanwhile, in the car, I pulled out my acupuncture needles and did a fertility protocol on myself. I got shy at one point when another car pulled up next to me, and made DW move the car to a different spot.

Afterwards, we were on our way, and one highway later, we were at our RE’s clinic.

It was a beautiful but muggy day, with a light drizzle occurring after the night’s destructive storm. I mentioned to DW that I think I was born on a rainy Tuesday. My father made a VHS film of the day him and my grampa picked my mum and I up from the hospital. Personal camcorders were still kind of a big deal then, and he attempted a sorts of artistic things, such as filming going through an automatic car wash. Fun times.

Soon we found ourselves parked in the lot behind our RE’s clinic, contemplating the risks and benefits of a pre-IUI orgasm. We even moved the car to a more “private” spot, but the mixture of my OCD for being early for appointments, the humidity, and the fact that I needed to orgasm on demand made it impossible to get off.

So we turned on the ignition and parked in our original spot.

We waited in the waiting room, and then were transferred into a treatment room. Soon after undressing and covering myself up with the thin but large paper “napkin”, the RE came in. We were ecstatic that our IUI was to be done by our RE! This time around, there was no pain and no leakage! Even after getting up and walking to the car, no leakage.

We were quite pleased with his technique, as well as his general disposition. The nurse that we had last time wrangled my tender cervix like it was wild bull, and shoved that catheter in with very little finesse. Next time, if I can, I am going to insist on having him do the IUI.

Once home, I took a 3 hour nap and then resume lazy activities. That night, I also started my progesterone pills again.

Now we brave the two week wait!

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The Two “Abstain From Everything You Like To Do” Wait

So the people around me suspect that something is up.

I’ve taken a few more sick days this month, and my coworkers are thinking I’m either terminally ill or pregnant.

I’ve missed, and will continue to miss a few more hockey games, so my teammates send me emails asking if I’m pregnant.

I have significantly toned down the intensity and duration of my workouts, so I wonder if the trainers at my gym are thinking that I’m pregnant?

This weekend I’ll be catching up with my family and in-laws at a dinner party. I will not be drinking. I betcha they will suspect that I’m pregnant.

We test in 11 days. Until then, I will be wondering if I’m pregnant.

I really do hope so.

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You Want Me to Stick this Medication Where?

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Those who have been following my blog may know that while I ovulate on my own, I have ridiculously short luteal phases. They range from 6 days to about 10, even after supplementation with vit B6. Normal is somewhere between 12- 14 days, while longer seems to be better.

One possible cause of a luteal phase defect is a progesterone deficiency. What happens here is that progesterone is responsible for maintaining the lining of the uterus and preventing it from shedding. Once progesterone levels drop, the uterus begins the process of shedding and menstrual bleeding begins.

Certain events, such as the fertilization and subsequent implantation of a blastocyst release hormones like HCG that prevent the lining from shedding, and allow a pregnancy to continue.

But timing is everything, and if HCG levels aren’t high enough at the time when progesterone levels drop, a chemical pregnancy may occur.

Because of my short luteal phase, my RE prescribed a 3 week course of synthetic progesterone in “bead” form. I was instructed to insert two of said beads into my va-jay-jay twice daily. I could take them orally, but the side effects are more intense that route.

A Fresh Start or a Quick Finish?

Many things to update you on as I spin away on my stationary bike:

1. Aunt Flo arrived on Sunday, so we were not successful this past IUI.
2. We had our long-awaited appointment with the RE last Wednesday, and he recommended that we try a course of Femara to help accelerate egg development in my follicular phase. He treated me a bit like there was something wrong with my long follicular phase, which irked me. I informed him that research suggests that Asian women genetically tend to have cycles that are longer than Caucasian women. He seemed to not be familiar with this research but agrees that there would likely be some genetic component to it (duh).
3. So I started the Femara on Wednesday, and so far the only side effect I’ve experienced is mild hot flashes in the middle of the night. It doesn’t help that we are in the middle of a heat wave here in the GTA.

Today is day 10 of my cycle, and I went in for blood work and ultrasound early this morning. The results were a bit disappointing. So far, despite the Femara, my follicles are only 12mm. If they don’t get up to about 18mm+ by Monday, they will likely cancel the IUI. I’m really bummed about this, because I know that normally, follies usually grow about 1mm per day, and mine grow even slower than this. The nurse said that they will likely need to increase the dose for next cycle. Hrmph. She’s talking about this one like it’s already failed.

I’m upset, and have been trying to keep my mind off of it, but I just can’t help but wonder if in fact, I am infertile with this stupidly long cycle. I mean really, why is it taking so long for my follicles to develop? Why do they need 12 days more than the average woman’s? And why aren’t they responding to these meds?

We’ll see on Thursday morning if anything has changed. Fingers crossed that these follies grow grow grow!

Showtime!!

Holy shit.

The sperm’s on ice (technically liquid nitrogen), cervical mucus was flowing this morning, and we’ve got a +opk folks!

I felt some cramping all mid-morning and early afternoon, which is all gone now (it’s late evening now), and I’m just waiting for Darling Wife to come home from her course. [Damn that course… ]

I’m hoping we haven’t missed our best chance by waiting for her to get home. I was tempted to grab a mirror and inseminate myself today lol. But she would likely kill me. Plus, how romantic to have her deflower me with a plastic speculum! Just like in the fairy tales!

Anyways, so we wait…

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