Fair Seas, Plain Sailing

Whew! I am back in Johannesburg after my weeks’ sojourn. I really love spending time with my family, but there really is no place like home. I went to see my dear BFG today for my first insemination of IUI #3. When he came striding in wearing his sea green theatre pyjamas, with his little blue paper hat, my heart warmed, and it struck me that we actually form quite a close relationship with our docs. There was something so comforting about being back in that clinic with that doctor. Don’t get me wrong, Dr. H is all that and a bag of chips. But he’s not my BFG. My BFG is quite an intuitive man. He gave me one of his big, easy grins and inquired about my well being. I said that I was very well thank you. He sat down, scooped up the sperm wash results, and poured over them for a minute or so. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Excellent.”
He motioned for me to go and change. As I walked into the exam room, he smiled again, and remarked on how relaxed I looked. I felt relaxed. The type of feeling you get sitting in an old comfortable armchair.
While he got busy with the speculum, we chatted about the lifespan of an egg after ovulation, and his other patient who went to start her IVF treatment after her 4th IUI, and found out that she was indeed PG, so did not, in fact, need IVF after all. Chatter chatter chatter.
Then he sat down next to me and continued to waffle about this and that. After a while he bade me goodbye, and the receptionist came in with a blankie and a cuppa tea. Lovely. The whole thing went very smoothly, and the ute felt absolutely fine afterwards. No irritable uterus, aggro cervix, or anything of that nature. My body co-operated for once, and it was plain sailing. (Isn’t it weird how we worry when things go too smoothly though? – there must be something wrong – I am still waiting for the catch – how terribly cynical and IF-ish of me!)
After the obligatory half an hour lie-down, I went back to work. When I got there I gave Debs a great big bear hug. (Missed her stacks) We had coffee and caught up on all the news. Oh, BTW, news just in: Tertia Albertyn is pregnant. Naturally, no less. Who’da thunk it?
So here I am back in that same old familiar place: the two week wait. Good times. Good times…

Note: I am starting a suggestion list of things to do whilst 2ww’ing – I am fresh out of ideas! You may send all suggestions to this post, and I will publish them for all the other 2ww’ers out there who are at an equal loss of anything useful to do!