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I lost my TTC virginity last night. But, I don’t feel any different today… Where are the fireworks? The neon signs shouting, ‘You’ve done it!!!’ As I said earlier, I’ve got lots of fertile signs but I’m quite sure we were way too early. Still, it was a good test run for the next two tries and it can’t hurt. Practice turned out to be helpful since it was a little more complicated than we anticipated. Not sure exactly which gear you at-home-TTCers have used but we have this cervical cup with an attached tube. The fluid gets injected into the tube and up into the cup where it sits until removed. While that’s all very official, our donation receptacle is a 4 oz tupperware container upon which M has written KD’s name and drawn a target.
Here was the plan: In the interest of time, get all the gear in place first-that means cap on, me horizontal. M drives over to KD’s house at 6:30, delivers cup, waits in car, rushes home with cup in hand, inseminate immediately.
What happened: Gear in place, me horizontal, M w/ one foot out the door and text comes in saying KD is stuck in traffic, will be 45 mins late. Gear is not easy to get in and out comfortably, so in it stays. We laugh, tap our toes anxiously, start a movie for distraction. As we sit there, best friend Rose calls and I’m dying to talk to her while we wait but feel just a little too wierd answering the phone. M heads back out to KD house, walks twice around the block with KD’s partner and is met by KD at the door, cup in hand.
M races home w/ cup in her lap, being sure to keep it warm-you know, body temp. M, the gold star lesbian, who cannot get over having a cup of semen in her lap, calls me on the way, notes repeatedly, “I’m handling sperm. First. time. ever. It’s in my lap.’ I know, M, drive carefully but faster.
M bursts through the door, we open the cup and STOP in amazement at the amount. Seriously??? Way to go KD! It filled the 3 ml syringe! I can’t help but think, ‘Darn, I bet there will be less on our next try, when it REALLY counts.’ I curse myself for my glass-half-empty mentality and focus… The gear made it easy-no spills, no goofs.
Then special, private time with M and Try #1 is over. Just like that.
According to the directions, you are supposed to lay flat for 6-8 HOURS. Since I’m rarely sick, I rather enjoyed the excuse to lay horizontally watching a marathon of movies and letting M wait on me 🙂 Still, as I lay there, I couldn’t help but wonder if this could really work. I mean it’s all so involved. It’s hard to imagine doing this over and over and over though I’m sure we’ll get down quite a rhythm over the next several tries.