I'm in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Noah just went back to "collect his sample." It's moments like these--when a tired nurse hands him a plastic cup with his name on it-- that I can't believe this I how we're trying to make a baby. The whole process has become so clinical, I feel like I have to have doctor's order to ever have sex again. But maybe this time it will work. I keep imagining my little eggs falling down dark Fallopian tunnels like bullseyes, and the spermies are racing towards them at full speed. Like a video game. We just need one to hit. Just one.
There is a little more weight to this IUI because it's probably the last attempt we will make with my eggs. There are a variety of reasons why-- medication overload, suspicions about my egg quality, time. Most importantly, my younger sister has offered to donate her eggs and there is a very small window over the summer when she can do so, so if we want her eggs, we've got to do it soon. I'm going to write more about my amazing little sis who offered her eggs without batting an eyelash, just not this second. Now we focus on the task at hand. Well, that's what Noah has to focus on. The task in his hand... Poor guy. #NIAW #Infertility
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