I've been using an ovulation/conception app to track my fertility. I've been dismissing its reminders every month telling me I'm fertile because getting pregnant has been such a dismal situation for me up until this point.
I made a joke about this, and my husband came back with the unexpected: an enthusiastic "let's do it". So, I picked up ovulation tests, confirmed my peak fertility, picked up frozen sperm, and had my first IUI on Friday October 2, 2015. I spent the remainder of the day with my stepdaughter for her birthday, as well as our littlest, and my husband. It was a fantastic day for everyone, actually.
So here is the two week wait, or "2WW" as it's called by those "TTC" (trying to conceive). My ObGyn says that this is a 25% chance of conception without fertility drugs and dud an internal sonogram on me before he defrosted and inserted the sperm in me. My Fallopian tubes were all primed and ready to go, he was even concerned that I was "too perfectly" ready, and we should have injected the day before.
I am obsessed with what's going to happen next, naturally. I'm petrified as well, to say the least. I've been yearning to have a baby for so very long now, and suddenly without any planning or discussion, we just jumped straight into baby.
One of the things that makes me really nervous is that I have the sneaking suspicion that my husband just isn't into this. His so very "go with the flow" attitude never lends to any excitement, unless it involves bike riding, lots of money, or going on a vacation. It's a little heartbreaking to be honest.
We also decided not to tell anyone until we knew what was going on, so we're keeping our mouths shut for another 2 weeks, at least.