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<\/a><\/p>\nBecause my life has revolved around this\u2026<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t get excited, there is no baby in there. That\u2019s an egg follicle. Every month I had to go to the hospital 3-4 times within one week so they could monitor the growth of my eggs. This was in preparation for my IUI<\/a> procedure. When the egg follicles were mature they would induce ovulation.<\/p>\n Oh, and before you think that\u2019s really not such a big deal (and I\u2019m looking at most of the men here), because you think of ultrasounds like in the movies where they put the blob of gel on the lady\u2019s belly? No. Hell no.<\/p>\n You know, I\u2019m not even going to resize that photo because I think it needs to be left nice and big, just so you really get the idea of what I\u2019m trying to tell you. This is what they use for these kinds of ultrasounds, and it does not<\/span><\/em> go on the outside. I call it the Ultrasound Dildo. Oh, and just when I would think it ccouldn\u2019t get any more fun than this, it often turned out I\u2019d be having the echo done by some random male intern who looked like he couldn\u2019t be a day over 22. Oh yah, Doogie Howser, good times!<\/p>\n I can safely say that these fertility treatments have pretty much removed any shred of modesty I had left. I\u2019m not sure if that\u2019s a good or bad thing but right about now the homeless guy outside the supermarket could ask to look all up in my lady business and I\u2019d probably let him without even missing a beat.<\/p>\n So anyway, now that I\u2019ve left you with that mental image, I will move on.<\/p>\n In order to grow these egg follicles (plural) my life has also revolved around these\u2026<\/p>\n Daily injections in my stomach and a monthly whopper of an injection in my thigh. Thankfully I am not even remotely afraid of needles and got quite good at giving myself the injections. I really feel for the women who are<\/em> afraid of needles and have to do this every day.<\/p>\n Even though I am not bothered by the needles, that doesn\u2019t mean the injections were a walk in the park. Sometimes, for whatever reason, it would really hurt.. like REALLY hurt. I don\u2019t know if I was hitting something or if some days I was just more sensitive than others, but there were times where I had a really hard time with the injections because of the pain.<\/p>\n The worst part though? The results\u2026 these were hormones I was pumping into myself and I am crazy sensitive and emotional anyway. With the injections it was like PMS all month long, and that was no fun at all. Not for me or for anyone around me. The fact that this was taking place during the winter, when my mood usually takes a dip anyway, and fresh off the back of a surgery? Let\u2019s just say, it made for a rather unpleasant situation.<\/p>\n Of course, I wasn\u2019t the only one suffering. My husband suffered, even though his life really only revolved around this.<\/p>\n No seriously, they really are his sperm<\/a>!<\/p>\n Yes, suffer he did, by proxy of course. I know I was an absolute nightmare to live with but he did everything he could to try to make it a little easier for me.<\/p>\n Especially during this time\u2026 after the procedure was finished and my mind was going crazy, because that\u2019s when the real insanity starts. Once the insemination was done and I was facing the dreaded two week wait, which always starts with this 20 minutes of laying still right afterwards. Two weeks is a lot of time to live in that kind of uncertainty, especially when you are up to your eyeballs in hormones. My head was full of hopes and dreams that kept colliding with my fears and anxieties. Did I care what I was going to make for dinner, my hobbies, my social life or anything else? No, it was all about this, every day, 100% of the time\u2026 and no amount of telling me to relax, not think about it or go on with my life was going to change that.<\/p>\n So, hubby knew there was only one answer.<\/p>\n Act like a total clown\u2026<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n