I asked my Hubs what he would do if this IUI is the lottery. His response: I’ll buy you pizza twice a week, ice cream 5 times, and a jar of pickles everyday. And a can of oysters to put on your pickles. All of it.
That man is really looking forward to the entire experience. He is going to be an adorable father someday. No doubt about that.
We are sitting at 8dpIUI and I can’t say my patience is any better. I have this crazy desire to urinate on some stick, just to actually do something. But the Hubs has forbidden me from even trying an early HPT. He says that the beta is part of this and he wants to wait. I am gonna desperately try to be strong and do that.
I just really want to know.
As for how I feel…I keep thinking I feel some tugs and aches almost like early menstrual cramps and I have been more nauseous, but let’s be honest. It’s been 8 days. And that nausea was during a really infected, bloody canine dental and from some of the worst esophageal reflux I have ever smelled. I must be getting sensitive in my old age. The suppositories are still just there and have made me a little emotional. I had a meltdown on the Hubs due to a cable bill. Epic one worthy of boarding that rage train to hormonal crazy town. Poor guy.
I’ll just keep trucking, drinking tea, and hoping. Thinking of all you ladies out there too, rolling in your journeys to amazing!