And he bought me ice cream.
|“You’re not going to eat them both are you, Risa?”||Me: “I make no promises.”|
He’s so great. I think he was thinking about what was going on in my uterus.
I mean, the nurse never told me I had to lay flat the rest of the night. I’m just trying to make it easier for the sperm to navigate that hostile environment. The least I can do is lessen the gravity on them. I imagine it’s probably the same as salmon in breeding season:
That’s a lot of work swimming upstream. Plus, add in some hostile grizzly bears and you can imagine what is happening up in my ute:
Scary. So I have a sweet husband who didn’t mind catering to my every whim last night. After all, it’s for the children right?
I definitely had some more cramping and pain last night than I did the previous two IUIs. Today I feel better. I’m bloated, but now instead of the Clomid doing it, it’s the progesterone I’m back on. It’s just kind of never ending. I spend two weeks with vag suppositories, bloated. Then I get my period, bloated. Then I go back on Clomid, you guessed it. Then I have (maybe) a day or two of feeling like myself, before an IUI is done and it makes me bloated. Then then… progesterone again.
Tonight, Chris is taking me out for a Valentine’s date. Not a bad way to start off the 2WW. 🙂 And IComLeavWe starts again next week so it’ll be a good distraction for me.