Whew! Our IUIs are done for this cycle. Over all, it wasn’t too bad of an experience. Four days of injections in the arm, one trigger shot, and then back to back IUIs. All of this in less than a week. What a whirlwind!

I didn’t do anything superstitious this time. The last two times I did several things. I wore the same outfits on days 1 and days 2, I wore lucky socks, I wore a lucky necklace, and I can’t remember what else. Then there was the double rainbow we saw on the way to one of our IUIs last time. I was convinced it was a sign that the IUI would be a success.

I did a little bit of reflecting this round. I just felt blah the entire time. I’m not excited, but I’m not down. I guess it’s more that I feel like I’m an old pro at this now and I know not to get my hopes up.

We are in the two week wait now, which are seriously the looooongest two weeks of one’s life during this process. One of the things about the meds are that they screw with your body and your mind. Side effects mimic pregnancy, the trigger shot can cause a positive pregnancy test, and the progesterone supplement suppresses your period so you don’t even have that little clue that you’re not pregnant when the time comes.

During our first cycle, I started testing for pregnancy almost immediately. I tested my trigger out to where it was negative. Then I kept testing and testing only to see one line every time. Google was also my best friend. I googled everything. I was convinced that I would end up positive for pregnancy because everything pointed in that direction. . . except for the negative pregnancy tests. But, hey! I’m an optimist!! When I got the phone call saying I was negative I was devastated. I had kind of figured by then that I wasn’t pregnant, but the reality was much more difficult to handle than I expected.

Our second cycle was much better. No pregnancy tests, not much googling. I just immersed myself in distractions for the two weeks and tried not to dwell on the upcoming Beta test. Again, I recognized the pregnancy symptoms, but I knew this time that this was common and I didn’t get as excited. I only tested the one night before I went in for my blood test to prepare myself. Negative. I had a delayed reaction the next day when the phone call came at 1:30. I was fine at first. Then around 8:30 pm the reality hit and the devastation sunk in. I had my pity party for one more day and then focused on moving on.

So here we are in our third TWW. I’m not yet sure how I’m gonna play it this time, but I’m leaning toward sweet oblivion once again. I only need to find some projects to occupy my mind and my time over the next two weeks! If you have any ideas please let me know. 😊