Well, today is the most important day for the whole process (thus far) We are on our way to Columbia for the IUI. (Yes, I'm blogging on the way there. This morning was hectic...helloooo...it's only 5:30) As much as I love y'all, at this point the blog is more for me to remember how I felt during this whole process than it is to keep you informed.
And, how do I feel, you ask? I'm not at all nervous. Last night when I went to bed, I was surprised not to be nervous, and expected to wake up wanting to hurl. Oddly enough, that's not the case. Well, I guess it really isn't odd. I feel like I've been praying constantly this cycle, especially since the follicle scan on Saturday. I'm always saying prayers in my head, and I wholeheartedly believe that has made such a huge difference. I have such a peace about everything, because I know it's in God's hands. Saturday night we had Ladies Night at church, and I know I've got that wonderful group of women lifting me in prayer. So, I'm not at all nervous. And didn't the doctor say the most important thing I could do is relax? If these little twinges in my lower abdoman would go away, that would help, but I kinda like knowing that stuff's going on down there.
Someone asked me how I could say that I'm leaving it in God's hands when I'm using medical science to get pregnant. Well, there is the obvious...He gave them the knowledge and tools. Plus, it's still not an exact science. I mean, there's no way of knowing exactly how many eggs I have, or guaranteeing that they will fertilize or "stick" once they do. That is all up to God. Otherwise, why does this work for some people and not for others? Not that I dont credit Dr Whitman at all....but God also has a part in all this
So, speaking of relax...Last night Wyatt was in his room, and one of those Sense and Spray things was in there (It had been in the guest room, I guess the turd moved it) Anyway, it sprayed right in his eye. There was so much commotion trying to figure out what had happened. I originally thought he hit his eye on the corner of a box. Once I figured out what it was, I carried him to the sink and tried to pour water in it. That didn't go over well. I've never heard such shrill screams coming from a child that small. I knew (hoped) if he'd just open his eyes, it would help. After what seemed like forever, but in reality was 20 minutes or so, just as we were getting ready to go to the ER, I got an idea (The only reason we didn't go in sooner was that there were tears coming out of his eye, so it was flushing) My poor cat...I scooped him up, and made him dance like a puppet across the table. Wyatt opened his eyes to see it, and started laughing. Poor Bailey was doing kicks worthy of Broadway. Can I just tell you how great it feels to hear Wyatt laugh?
I feel like we should be at the doctor's already. It's over 90 minutes away, but I just wish we would get there. Actually, I don't. I'm at so much peace right now, I'm afraid of what I will be feeling after the fact. Even though we don't have to, Randy and I decided I'm pretty much gonna stay in bed today. I just don't want to look back and say "what if". Yay, it's Pamper Mommy Day!! Although, I am kinda bummed to miss Wyatt's soccer game tonight. There will be more, I know.
I dont' know if it's all in my head or not, but I definitely feel "something" going on down there. I guess so, with the possibility of 5 eggs. Thank God she put me on the lowest does of Clomid!
Alright, time to sign off. Gonna read and immerse myself in someone else's life, even if it is fictional
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