But, really, it was fine.
My darlin' made me laugh hard while we waited beforehand, and overall, I have to say the event felt lighthearted which was odd. Last time, I was in tears, and felt like a failure, knowing the IUI was just a consolation prize. This time, in spite of the shit of this cycle, it just felt like the thing we needed to do.
We were both up early-- I spent the night up there in a hotel, my darlin' was down here at camp-- our appointment was at 8am so we met up at the hospital. So after we both made our long way back home, we slept. We did not just sleep, we slept for 3 hours. I woke up crampy which I have decided to take as a good sign. Then I fed the kids.
the two week wait.
I invite you to come on over to the haiku site. Please submit, don't worry about them sucking or whatever, just send 'em in. I post drivel there all the time. All it is is a little diversion and sometimes a little diversion is just the thing.