Woke up this morning for The Big Day tired and wishing I could sleep in. Got up and hit the shower. I had updated my Facebook with my most recent blog post last night and by this morning I had 50+ excited for me and even more thinking good thoughts and praying and burning sage and all the different things. 

I chugged water (apparently you’re supposed to have a full bladder for this exciting event) as I drove towards the office. When I got there, five minutes early (yay being prompt!) I sat in the parking lot and talked to friends while I waited. Soon a friendly face opened the door and had me come in.

Dr Scotchie was there and as usual friendly and in a great mood to have to be at work before 9am on her off day. The nurse showed me a card with my name, birth date and donor number listed and explained that they always did a confirmation before the procedure. Everything was right. Dr Scotchie said that everything was ready, the sperm was thawed, the count looked good, and to go get undressed from the waist down.

So I laid down and waited. She had me sign a form after she showed me the sample with donor number, my name and date of birth on it. (Sorry to everyone who was hoping for a wild and zany caper about how I got pregnant by the wrong donor like in all the ridiculous comedies.)

So the speculum, then the catheter, and then she said “okay, I’m going to go get your sheet with everything you need to know.” I laid there wondering how long I’d need to stay. She came back in and i said “do I need to stay here a while?”

She laughed and said “nope, they’re already in your tubes! They’re fast!”

So now it’s Sunday business as usual – brunch with friends and shopping for cat food. I wait two weeks and then see if it worked.

A few friends suggested that the Olympics being on was a good omen – and I’ll happily take any good thoughts, prayers, omens, or anything else anyone wants to throw my way. Swim on, boys!