Once I got to the reception desk I was immediately whisked to a an exam room set up with an sonogram machine. The IUI catheter was waiting for me on a metal table next to the stirrupt chair. I breathed a sigh of relief, after a false start last month, we would finally get this show on the road.
- My suspicions were correct, I had ovulated just before the procedure. Probably within hours (see description of mucus below). My RE stated that ideally she would have performed the IUI right before my follicles burst.
- I didn't have the "ton of eggs" she was hoping to see, I had once follicle rupture on each side.
- My seemingly awesome weight loss didn't register as profoundly on the doctor's scale (which is clearly mocking me, because I lost 4 lbs darnit, not a measly 1). Dr. Cuddles quite literally made the batshit suggestion that I "need to feel hungry" after my meals.
- Dr. C is wed to statistics and age is not a "fluid" concept for her. Apparently since I am 39 right now, I am in a vastly different cohort than I will be in one month, when I turn 40. In her world, my IUI success probability changes the millisecond I turn the big 4-0. ("Right now you're 39," she said firmly.)
- Husband had nearly 40 million swimmers, an excellent count, Dr. C was happy.
- My cervix was filled with "egg-white cervical mucus" (EWCM) meaning, 1. I was at least in the right window of time for this procedure, and 2. The clomid wasn't having one nasty side-effect on me (i.e. drying out cervical mucus) that it reportedly has on other women.
- Both of my ovaries responded to the Clomid, even if not with superstar results. Ovulating on both sides is good. All you need is that "one good egg" right?