On Thursday of this past week, I was inseminated for the second time, this time with one-hundred-twenty-five-MILLION of my husband’s post-wash, motile, rock star sperm. The IUI procedure was relatively painless and took very little time; my cervix was accepting of the catheter, not needing to be dilated. A few minutes were all it took, and before I knew it my nurse was propping up my abdomen, wishing us good luck.
As I laid on the exam table, with my abdomen inclined, I silently rooted for our one-hundred-twenty-five-million soldiers, prayed that one of them would figure out the right route, and be strong enough, and persistent enough to penetrate my triggered egg. Of 125 million, surely one of them will succeed!
I’ve decided that as soon as I see those two beautiful pink lines, whenever that may be (hopefully in two short weeks), I’m going to purchase a small gift for our baby…a tiny onesie that reads: Made with love and science.
Life, Love and the Pursuit of Motherhood 