Our appointment was early so we were up and on our 45 minute commute to the doctors office before the sun had even had time to rise. We made small talk and sang along to the radio but we were both filled with anticipation and had one thing on our mind.
When we arrived, we went through our normal check-in process, paid for the procedure, and they checked Aaron's ID. We signed some papers and then sat down in the waiting room. Other than the tv playing an episode of Friends and an occasional giggle from one of us because Joey said something stupid, the room was silent as we sat holding hands waiting for someone to come get us.
Before we knew it a nurse popped her head around the corner, asked for Aaron, and lead him to a room to do his part of the job. He came back and sat down beside me and all I could do was pray that his numbers would come back okay.
What seemed like hours later, the nurse came back and got both of us. She took us to a room where I was prepped for the procedure and given a spot on the exam table. We sat alone in that room for a little bit and I don't think there's anything that could've prepared us for the news she was going to give us when she returned.
She told us that it was totally up to us whether or not we wanted to go through with the insemination. "I can't say it'll never happen because anything can happen but it would be very surprising if it worked." Then she proceeded to tell us that Aaron's count was only 500,000 after the "wash". Before infertility I would've said that sounded like a lot but like I said, they want it to be 5 million and prefer 10 in order for an IUI to even seem worth it. My heart sank a little but we both agreed that we had already taken the meds, been to the ultrasounds, and done the trigger shot so there was no point in calling it quits this far in.
The IUI itself was relatively painless aside from the nurse not adjusting the speculum correctly. It didn't take long at all and once it was over I was left to lay there for 15-20 minutes. The nurses words played over and over in my head and I couldn't help but tear up. I felt Aaron nudge me and he softly whispered "I'm sorry." I wanted nothing more to hug him and tell him it was going to be fine but in that moment I couldn't seem to say anything at all. We sat and listened to the ticking of the clock until the nurse came in and gave me the okay to get dressed and head home. Her last instruction was to take a pregnancy test two weeks from that day and to not give up hope just yet.
As we made our way to the door, the staff members wished us luck and told us to let them know if we needed anything.
The ride home was long and emotional and the next two weeks seemed to be the longest of my life.
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