Our first IUI seems like a world ago. On Jan 28 we had one follicle that was around 10″ and one that was 19″. Our Nurse Practitioner (who we adore) was very surprised that one was so large and felt it could be a cyst. I left that morning convinced the weeks of injections were wasted. The doctor called back later in the afternoon and said that it was indeed a follicle so we planned our treatment for the next day. We did the trigger shot that day.
The trigger shot isn’t very different than the others. The needle is a little larger. Ice before and heat after was always my favorite combo.
We had our procedure at an office just a few miles from our house so my husband had the option to “take his donation in” which was a more comfortable situation for him of course. So he dropped it off and came back home for an hour. I took a walk, had my prayer time, and tried to get in a peaceful zone. The procedure is not comfortable by any stretch but its manageable. Deep breaths! I never looked up but my husband said “there were too many objects to keep count!” I’m still not sure if he was exaggerating but I just kept my head back, eyes closed and held his hand.
I wore cozy socks and a cotton dress that was easy to pull off. There is a lot of superstition around eating McDonald’s fries right after the IUI. I tried this the second time but for the first I was on a major health kick. I did however eat pineapple where at least a little science backs that one.
I was sore but it wasn’t horrible, heating pad, and movies.
My grandfather passed away the week before my IUI and the funeral was the Saturday after. This was still right in the middle of the Covid scare so my mom and grandma gave me blessings to not be present.
I started my period a little over 2 weeks after the treatment. It was a sad month all around.
