Friday afternoon I did another ovulation test and it showed the lovely smiling face to denote a recent LH surge. This meant only one thing; Show Time.
I phoned the clinic and informed them that I had ovulated so that they could change my Saturday morning scan to an IUI. I was due in at 10am.
Friday night was an unbearable wait. My wife and I relaxed, as best we both could, with a movie and some good food. I even allowed myself a glass of wine, in the hope that it might be my last for several months.
We drove to the clinic on Saturday, mainly because we were due at my Mother's house on the South Coast for lunch and were unlikely to make it if we took the train (as it was the traffic out of London was so bad, we were only just in time and my blood pressure was no doubt far too high). Driving also meant I could sit down straight afterwards and not move for a couple of hours - though, as previously mentioned, in London traffic this does not necessarily mean you are relaxed.
The clinic was surprisingly busy for a Saturday but we were eventually shown into the medical room at around 10.15. After confirming the donor sample was correct and signing documents to prove I understood the procedure, the doctor performed the IUI in less than 5 minutes. It is no more painful than a smear and takes no more time. I was allowed to rest a few moments and then we were good to go; pregnancy test in hand and good luck wishes from the nurses.
And then the waiting game begins. I have to wait 16 days (14 from today) before I can take a pregnancy test to find out if we have been successful in our first attempt. We are trying to stay positive but realistic. It is easy to get excited but we must remember the odds are less than one in four.
All I can do now is drinks litres of water every day, avoid alcohol and caffeine and take it easy for 14 more days. And counting.
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