Yup. So that didn’t work. Not even a little bit. We were so off on this cycle. Like a group of synchronized swimmers who wind up in different pools, we shouted and miscommunicated on a grand scale and everyone in the end was just left cold, confused, and kind of hungry.
It began with a faulty OPK (ovulation predictor kit). Normally, I get a positive around day 13. Not this time. This time I got day 9 and then it turned out that it was just faking me out. What?! That can happen?! I thought this was science. So, then I switched to the test strips- which I like better anyway. They’re more old school, less pretentious, but also harder to read. So, I get what I think is another positive on day 13, and we schedule the IUI for the next day.
The IUI went off without a hitch- wait no- not exactly. This time my husband’s sperm count was only 6 million, which like 6 million of anything else is awesome, but in this circumstance was bordering on low. Ok. Fine. We can work that. It only takes one right? Well, an IUI is an extremely short term offer. The sperm they put inside you are hyper ready to go, but they also don’t last long. If you miss that window, you’re just throwing caution and sperm to the wind.
When we get home from the IUI, I decide to take another OPK just to make sure we were still in the window. And guess what? When I take the test, I get a positive, a much more positive-positive than I had ever had before. I didn’t know second lines could even be that dark. I should ovulate in like 24 to 36 hours, but the sperm will never survive to see the egg. Right place. Wrong time. It’s an ovulation tragedy. CRAAAAAAAAAAAP!
And then I started to wonder- have I been doing this wrong the whole time? Have I always missed my true ovulation because I was an anxious ball of hurry up and not get pregnant? Have I messed everything up? Have I misread every sign.
My husband and I still tried old school, but let’s be honest- the best troops had already been deployed on a suicide mission. And the thing is, it was totally my fault. I jumped too soon. I so badly wanted this cycle to work that I literally made my husband shoot his load early- I know this is crass, but it’s also accurate.
Turns out, my impatience may just be the reason we’re not getting pregnant- well that and a million other potential reasons (endo, low sperm count, cysts, thyroid, and the list goes on).
What’s the game plan for this round? I’m going to wait until that second line is so dang dark that it’s midnight and then I’m going to pull the trigger. Boom! Also, injectables and tons of ultrasounds- but it’s time to hold steady and wait for the real double lines. IUI #4 here we come!