Today marked our second attempt at IUI. Hubby and I have been married for 11 years, and trying for children for 10 of those years. This past year, 2020, the VA approved for me to be treated at a fertility clinic, something we’ve wanted to do but would never be able to afford. Due to personal and religious reasons, the only procedure we feel comfortable pursuing is IUI. The VA will allow us up to six IUI attempts.
Therefore, this morning I got up and braved driving in snow and icy conditions to get to the fertility clinic for my IUI appointment. Hubby left earlier to do his contribution, and his vehicle has better traction than my car, but with him needing to get back to work as soon as possible, I drove myself.
The procedure isn’t super-technical, really. One person uses abdominal ultrasound to give visualization of the uterus and also apply downward pressure to help straighten out the curve of the uterus somewhat. The doctor introduces a speculum, visualizing the cervix. The washed sperm come to the clinic from the lab in a test tube. They suck this up into a thin catheter attached to a syringe. When the cervix is visualized, the doctor then inserts the catheter through the cervix into the uterus, and advances it to the top of the uterus, using the ultrasound to visualize this. Once the catheter is positioned at the top of the uterus, they inject the sperm, remove the catheter, and remove the speculum. The patient is then covered for privacy and is supposed to lay still on the table for about 15 minutes before being free to go. They will draw some labs a week later to confirm that ovulation took place. If all goes well, the patient will have a positive pregnancy test two weeks after the IUI.
After they did the procedure, they pulled out the table extension and let me put my feet up on that and scoot back on the bed just a bit, telling me to wait for 15 minutes and they’d let me know when I could get up. I lay there in the room by myself, chilly, naked from the waist down except for my socks and a paper drape, and thinking.
I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular at first, but then I started paying a bit more attention to the way my body was feeling, and the kinky thoughts started up, ha! Lying there, halfway naked, with only a paper drape over my lower half, I felt like I was just waiting for a doctor to come in and start probing my body. I was chilly, and vulnerable. I imagined them putting a speculum in again, opening my vagina up wide. Or perhaps I would feel a finger or thermometer at my anus, about to be inserted.
Needless to say, that 15-minute wait went by quickly! Soon, a nurse came in and said I was free to get dressed and leave. I’m now back home and trying to keep warm, but my experience was good medfet fodder!