We did our insemination this morning, or I should say, I did it, since Hawk didn’t go. He just provided me with the goods and I went to the doctor by myself. There’s no lovelier way to start the morning than wisking your husband’s sperm up the 101 at breakneck speed. My doctor’s office is about a 40 minute drive away, and those puppies had to be fresh. Anyway, it was totally no big deal, in and out in about twenty minutes. Once again, the doctor was impressed by Hawk’s manliness and told me to tell him that “he did good”.
But I have to say, my ovaries also have done their part. As of Saturday morning, ALL TEN of those follicles were big and plump and ready to burst forth out of their ovarian prison. My doctor told me that there is a very real possibility for quadruplets or even quintuplets and needed to ask me if I would ever consider selective reduction. I told him we’d cross that bridge when and if we come to it, but the answer is yes. I want to have a healthy baby or babies and the chance is better for them if there are fewer. But I don’t even want to think about it yet. Let’s just get me pregnant first and we’ll take it as it comes.
I’m feeling very good about our chances this cycle, I mean, who wouldn’t, what with ten eggs and twenty million sperm. I like those odds. But I don’t want to get cocky, I can’t start planning the nursery yet. And with my history of miscarriage, there’s no guarantees. I read somewhere that getting pregnant is “a hope, not a promise”. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but at least I can say we are definitely on the right path.
