Tomorrow S. and I will visit our RE’s office. I will have my blood drawn and the nurses or doctor will inform S. and I if our first IUI was a success or a failure. I don’t think I’ve been this nervous for a very long time. I don’t even want to play the game of symptom checking any more. I just want to know.
S. and I had a wonderful day yesterday. He received a major honor in our community of faith. We got to fellowship with friends and family afterwards. It was wonderful. But we were surrounded by beautiful pregnant bellies. I laughed and smiled with them all while we shared memories of our pregnancies and they shared discoveries of new ones. They asked when S. and I would have additional children. Little do they know that we ask the same question silently to ourselves. I really, really, really want to hear good news. I’m told I still have to wait for a phone call just to let us know. I hope not. I don’t think I could stand waiting any more. And remember, I’m still reeling from the BFN I received 11piui via the HPT (which was REALLY stupid of me to do). I really, really want to be pregnant. I want to see a light of pure joy in my husband’s face and not the disappointment we’ve seen month after month when my cycle comes. Here’s hoping tomorrow’s news will be wonderful.