We had our second artificial insemination yesterday. I was sitting in the procedure room, half naked with a towel draped over me for modesty, hoping that my bladder was just full enough. A well dressed woman comes into the room, wearing a short black dress, black stockings, and long black boots. She is holding a tube of sperm, and wants us to read the label to make sure it is correct. We confirm that those are our names, and then she asks me to put my legs up in the stirrups. I realise that she is the doctor!
I suddenly feel very embarrassed and nervous. I am getting accustomed to medical people in scrubs seeing me half naked, but this woman doesn't look a bit like a doctor. Here I am, legs splayed with everything on display, in front of a woman who looks like she's about to go out on a dinner date. I am so flummoxed I forget to ask any questions about sperm numbers or quality.
The IUI itself was a bit painful, but it was over very quickly. Happily, they did not play any love ballads for us while we rested for 15 minutes. They even let me keep an ultrasound picture of the sperm cells entering my uterus (the white dot in the center-right of the picture).
I must say, I am really glad that I have a break from the three-hour round trip to the hospital, the blood draws, and anxiously waiting for the phone to ring between 2pm and 5pm each day. We are taking a break cycle after this one, so we have six weeks of rest and relaxation.