First, I love you all. I am going to very selfishly say that I am so wicked happy to have found this community. Knowing that there was such a strong community of wonderful peeps wishing us luck and magical spermie power makes things so much better! Thank you so very much, lovelies!!!!
As for the turkey bastering. I would say it all went decently well. I definitely was a bit more crampy due to the trigger, but I didn’t want to pull a Dr. House move and remove my reproductive organs like with IUI 2. We did end up having to wait quite a bit of time which made the Hubs want to have a nuclear meltdown (“They will die!!!!”). Which in reality was only all of 30 extra minutes or so. Dear Hubs, those swimmers are not spun glass for Pete’s sake. I did have a ridiculously full bladder which pretty much engulfed the u/s screen and I truly did almost pee myself.
The report for the Hubs said swimmers was a bit less in motile numbers than last time, but still well over the cut-off and they did have more progressive motility than previously. As he said, it was like those chosen few were on a mission. I know that stresses the Hubs out even more especially since he has made some pretty drastic changes in his diet and working out habits. His feeling is that these changes would have resulted in He-man super sperm however I did cautiously mentioned that it takes several months for those changes to actually affect spermatogenesis. The Hubs response was some huffing and glaring. I think he likes it when I take on the doctor tone. Must turn him on or something.
The only gross part of the process was the brief mention of the discussion should this fail. At this point we would be at the junction of either potentially adding more amazing injectables or potentially discussing IVF. I am really scared of both of these options. You all know how I secretly love and caress all needles and both of these options would result in more love and caressing. I can’t handle so much love!!! On top of this there would be significant more financial involvement and I am pretty sure that I would have to eventually buy bigger pants. Hormones tend to make my butt larger, ya know?
So, seriously, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if we would be jumping the gun with even considering IVF. I don’t know if we truly are candidates for IVF…like maybe this IUI and voodoo stuff might work eventually. Talking with the Hubs about it, he is leaning towards injectables with IUI, with maybe a break after, and a cycle or 2 of IVF. I am happy to know that he is thinking about this and game to move forward but I really don’t want to jump the gun. And I do not want to continuing making my damn cycles the backbone to which any life plans must be made upon. But let’s be honest, although we are young (ish) between the military and that whole aging thing we can’t play around with this too much. I absolutely know that deployments will eventually begin to screw things up.
I am just HOPING that it doesn’t come to that. Because that all makes me a little scared.