Oh, Gametes... if ever there was a more opportune moment for you...
This was our last ditch IUI attempt before moving forward with IVF. There were two co-dominant follicles and 4 million sperm with 75% motility and a progression score of 4. We led you to the Fallopian tube; all you had to do was fertilise, find your way to the uterus and implant. Is that really so hard? Have you seen some of the people getting pregnant out there? Did you watch Jersey Shore?
There were so many distractions in our lives during this 2WW that our gametes could have been happily doing their thing without us obsessing about them. The day after the IUI we jumped on the plane to head to Arkansas. A long weekend with the ex-pats (none seem to be planning for children at this time) provided a perfect distraction. The only trouble with spending a weekend away is that you don't get any chores done, so when we returned, our evenings were filled with laundry and cleaning. I was working 11 hour days to try to catch up after taking a couple of extra days out of the office.
As we're less than two weeks away from the in-law invasion, we've been getting the house into dress-to-impress mode (which is also operation hide everything procreation and infertility related). We had the hall carpet professionally cleaned a few months ago, but the beige colour still exposes the heavy traffic in that area, so we decided to replace it with a darker colour. This also gave us the opportunity to fix a defect in the subfloor. There was an 1/8th of an inch gap between two boards, which may not seem that significant, but if your foot caught it in the right place, you could feel yourself sink a little. A few applications of filler made it even. I can add "leveled subfloor" to my list of DIY skills. I also touched up all the trim paint. Additionally, we got around to hanging up some artwork on our bare walls.
Aramis would describe, at least it no longer looks like we're drug dealers.
I had also been so busy at work that I barely had time to go to the bathroom, let alone to text Husband with quarterly updates. Finally, it dawned on me. Oh yeah, my IUI was two weeks ago... I hadn't been inspecting the toilet tissue, but there was no obvious sign of AF. I pulled my hair down and put the tie around my wrist. I was starting to hear some echoes from my patients:
"We had given up thinking we could become pregnant and lo and behold!" Snap.
"We were so busy, I had forgotten when my period was due!" Snap.
"We were going to start IVF next month!" Snap. Snap.
As Husband had to umpire a high school hockey match, I was on my own that night. I left the gym late and AF still hasn't made her presence known. It was 8 PM, if I could go another 12 hours, I'd be in uncharted territory. Then, whilst I was in a queue at Safeway, I had the feeling that she was imminent. When I arrived at home, my intuition was validated.
Oh Gametes, you failed to seize your moment of opportunity. As we're proceeding with IVF, I won't be as forgiving. You better be ready to perform. End of story.