F and I go in for our second go-round with IUI tomorrow morning. I’m sincerely hoping that we have some baby action this time! Please, if any of you are in good with the Man Upstairs, please send Him a tiny missive regarding vamplita and family. Or, at least send a few get-a-swimmer-to-fertilize-the-egg vibes our way, will you?
F and I would appreciate any help we can get. God knows I’ll be a nightmare to live with for the TWW. Last time around, I kept experiencing phantom symptoms. I’m sure almost everyone has those. At least I’ll be keeping busy with grad school, thank goodness.
Still, my mind flashes forward to possibilities. During that ever-lovin’ Two Week Wait, I find myself looking at stuff like pregnancy announcements, diaper bags, and reading as many TTC success stories as I can possibly get my mouse to click upon. I tell myself that I do it for inspiration, and I honestly think that’s why I do it. I want those positive vibes to help if it’s at all possible, ya know?
I’m the kind of person that casinos love to have as a patron! The answer to “Why?” should be obvious, I’d imagine. Because Hope Springs Eternal within this breast, ladies and germs. I’m an optimist when it comes to games of chance like slot machines, thinking that if I keep sitting at the machine in front of me, it will eventually pay off. After a while, I start thinking, “hey, this thing is bound to hit pretty soon. I know it’s got at least (enter ridiculous amount) of my money already, plus the cash the previous soul plunked into here right before I sat here. If it’s going to hit…why not for me? I stand just as good a chance of winning as anyone else, don’t I?? After all, I’m due to win big, aren’t I? It’s gotta be my turn by now, right??” So, fast forward and see vamplita deposit her last money into same promising machine, still thinking that it could happen. Kind of a Pollyanna-ish sort of way to gamble, no??
Still, following in that same sort of logic chain, I could get pregnant this time, right?? All it really takes is one single swimmer to meet my one luscious egg, right?? Hey, I know my biology; I know that’s a fact! Besides, women get pregnant all the bloody time without trying, so sooner or later it’s bound to happen for me, right?? Because after all, I’m actually trying to get pregnant! If I keep at this reproduction thing, it’s bound to pay off for me, right?? I’ve heard the stories… I’ve seen the women up at my RE’s office who have had success at this, and they’re not that different than me. Okay, maybe some of them are thinner, and some of them are younger, but I’ve seen ladies up there that look about the same age and shape as I am. Surely it’ll happen for me!
Guess we’ll find out if I win this time, huh? :oÞ
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