8:45 am Sunday August 7th I’ll be headed to have the IUI procedure done.

After some general confusion on my part tonight, I called in my favors with my friend at the office and finally got in touch with the right people. Then she got in touch with everyone else. Then everyone all got organized and now I’m supposed to arrive in the morning for my first attempt at insemination.

Two weeks later, I’ll take a pregnancy test and see if it worked. 

I’ve been struggling with the correct way to describe any of this process in the casual way that I talk about everything else.

What did you do this weekend? 

“I may have gotten pregnant?”

“Knocking up to commence at 8:45 Sunday!” Is a text that got sent out recently.

I explained recently to a friend that they would wait until the day after I ovulated so that “everyone would have time to get to the dance floor.” 

It feels like I’m doing it to make other people more comfortable, but I think I’m doing it for myself just as much. This is a weird process and a strange path I’ve chosen to take to get where I want to be. And it’s going to be stressful along the way – humor and my people will be what get me through.

Today, as I held my friend’s 3 week old baby as we walked through the yard sale, it didn’t feel weird. I didn’t feel like as an imposter. It felt like this could be me next year .

My other friend, who is due in December, said “this is what you have to look forward to!” pointing at her swollen fingers trying to slip off her wedding rings. I laughed and happily responded back “nah girl. I won’t have any wedding rings to deal with!” We laughed.

I expect to do a lot of laughing.