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IUI: What to Expect
a blog by Liz
At the moment, I am closer to being pregnant than I have been for years. Maybe forever. I’ve just had Interuterine Insemination (IUI).
I was prescribed clomid to kick start my dormant ovaries into action. I had heard numerous horror stories about its side-effects so I was expecting hot flushes, mood swings and general bitchiness. In a way I was quite looking forward to them, just because then I would know that the drugs were working. But . . . nothing.
I felt normal.
Completely, boringly, asymptomatically normal.
About six days after finishing my last pill I had to start testing for ovulation. Forget the cheap tests, this deserved something special. So I splurged on digital tests.
Friday, eight days after my first pill, I got a blank face
Sunday, again no indication of any ovary action.
But just when I was beginning to give up, on Monday morning, I got the smiling-signal to go. That smile was only matched by mine as I went in to the hospital to get a scan to confirm that ovulation really was imminent.
The scan showed two good-sized follicles on the point of bursting, a third follicle was a little small but still a contender. There is a fine line between success and too much of a good thing. If I had had more than three potentially viable sperm the IUI would have been cancelled as the risk of multiples would be too great. So this was a perfect result.
We had the green light to have the IUI.
My husband turned up an hour earlier to go to the tiny little room, leaf through their low-grade porn and well, I don’t need to spell it out, do I?
An hour later I was across the hall inspecting a vial of bubble-gum pink liquid. (That isn’t his normal colour I hasten to add, but this specimen had been dyed, washed, counted and proven worthy). I checked to make sure the name, date of birth and hospital number matched mine to allay my fear of a possible mix-up.
Then the nurse ratcheted me open with a speculum that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a torture chamber. This was by far the most painful bit, but it was very easy to bear knowing of the possible outcome. She inserted a catheter through the my cervix and, one squirt later, we were done.
In all, it took less than five minutes and afterwards it felt slightly anti-climactic. And at this point, as tempting as it is (and for the sake of my marriage), I refuse to make any comparisons here with the old-fashioned conception method!
Afterwards I had a slight ache high in the centre of my torso, which lasted for the rest of the day. But no other side effects (unless you count my massive grin and hopeful, speculative abstinence of caffeine and alcohol