Peace + Love (and a Video)

There's a newly 35 year old man sleeping (and snoring) beside me, and I'm about to join him.

I'm tired.  Good tired.
The weekend was all about celebrating. 
Celebrating Steve's new year. (more on that in the next post)

And the sweet fact that we're another step closer.

Wednesday morning was an adventure.


An hour before my appointment, I found myself a little frazzled. I felt my eggs having quite the party, and was a tad scared they may have already gone bye-byes.
So, before leaving,
I gave myself a pep talk.  Took a few deep breaths.  Lost my car key (yes, I don't have a keychain...don't ask) in the process.  Found it after running around the house like a crazy chicken.  Attempted to break the door handle off of my car when it wouldn't open.  Did a walk of shame when I realized it wasn't my car...just one that was the spitting image of mine.  Took this picture...

And then, I drove.  I was calm.  I was focused.  I was ready.

About 30 minutes later, I found myself sitting in the waiting room, anxiously flipping the pages of an old magazine I'd already read last month.  I quickly put it down and waited for a good fifteen minutes until I was called back.

(thank you all so much for your wonderful words on my last post. I read and received a few of the comments while I was waiting, and they made me smile.)

As the nurse drew my blood, I told her about all the action I was feeling on my left side.  She assured me that I was fine and that the ultrasound would prove good things.

And, it did.

There they were...my 3 eggs...literally hours away from releasing.

It was perfect timing.

As I sat and waited as the nurse showed my doctor my ultrasound photos, I heard him say, "Oh! Those are damn good eggs...IUI...TODAY!"

I wanted to jump up and down and do cartwheels!

The nurse popped out from the office, smiled big, and told me the good news. 

And then, some more good news...that I could stay put and have my procedure at that location, because the courier was making a delivery at noon. 

And our donor would be included in that delivery.

I was so happy, I could have done 500 twirly whirls around the office.

I had a little over an hour to kill, so, I went back to the car. Did a happy, happy, joy, joy dance.  Called Steve.  Called my mom. Talked to a friend.  Sent a few texts.  And then, I received one from Steve...

He said he didn't want to get my hopes up, but that he really wanted to try and make it. 

He made it. <3

From the moment I shimmied out of my jeans and lucky underwear, and onto that bed, with Steve close, holding my hand...

  I was nothing but giddy (and gassy...the overly excited/I have to poop kinda giddy *more on that below*)

Our doctor was awesome as usual.  He didn't sugar coat a thing, but was happy and more than satisfied with the way things turned out.  He said we couldn't have asked for better timing...

that there's always a chance it could happen first try...

and that if it didn't, we know it can and will happen, and that we will jump right into the next cycle.

I could go on and on about all the emotions that came over me that day.

But, if I sum it up...

I was overjoyed.  I was surprised at how collected I was during the IUI.  It felt so natural.  Like, in every way.  It wasn't always that easy...

I felt accomplished.

I felt proud...of Steve.  Of us.

I fell more in love with Steve.

We took a video. 

(We spoke pretty quietly, so the nurses wouldn't know think we were insane. You may want to turn off my music *on sidebar* and turn up the volume. Oh, and we talk about cheeseburgers, The Simpsons, and farts. It was magical. I mean it.)

The tears flowed freely as I drove home.  I felt a weight lifted. 

The past two and a half years flashed before my eyes and granted me such a sweet gift...

I felt peace like no other.

I felt love.

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I'll see ya later this week. :)

Happy Cartwheel Lovin',