Ok... that went well.
Nothing ramps up the stress level like being told you have to get to the clinic at a very specific time and then waiting over an hour *past* that time. I was even EARLY for once. It was nice to be able to get farther into my book but I could have spent that hour shopping and preparing for playgroup.
When he finally called me I thought we were going to the procedure room but instead we stopped in front of a computer screen and I realize he's showing me the sperm. I made another "nothing but girls, right?" joke and he laughed and gave me a bunch of facts about how great the sample was. Then they zoomed out. Remember the old days when a channel would go off-air and you'd have nothing but snow? That's what it looked like. DivaDaddy is *productive* -- the count was over 200,000,000 and the Doc said that the egg didn't stand a chance. We'll see...
So I get sent to another little room and get ready and he comes in and shows me the vial with our names on it (I guess to prove it's the right stuff) and I squeak "it's pink! You really did use only the girls!" He laughed again.
The IUI itself *hurt* but not as badly as it did way back when we were first trying. I haven't had a much discomfort afterwards either. I used to be knocked down for the rest of the day. He left me alone in the room with instructions to "rest" for ten minutes and I couldn't help it, I started crying as soon as the door was shut.
I need this to be over. The drugs are hell. The procedure is hell. The lying is hell. The waiting is hell and the lack of results is something I don't even have a name for.
So... yeah... here's hoping for a miracle.