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Egg Day
The Next Step Toward Conception
By Mark Stackpole
Literally, nothing that we have done up to this point has worked. No technique, temperature reading or medical intervention has led us down the path to a pregnancy. How many times does that have to happen before you begin wondering if anything is going to work?
But there was no pessimism from him, no reason at all why we shouldn't at least try IUI. He gave us a few statistics, some advice on predictor kits and a friendly, "We'll see you in a few weeks." We shook hands, and I left with a brown paper bag containing a new specimen cup and detailed instructions on how to use it – surely a dramatic exit worthy of a Shakespearean king. All that was left to do was wait for Egg Day to arrive.
Our next attempt at conception was unlike any other that we had tried before. On the day after Egg Day, we were to bring the specimen cup back so that the sperm could be "washed" and readied for insemination. Charlotte would come back later in the day so that the procedure could be performed.
I could be anywhere that I wanted since my most significant contribution to the process had already been made; as it turned out, I was stuck in traffic trying to get to the hospital when the procedure was done. Not a lot of men are able to say that they attempted to conceive a child while speeding down the freeway. It sounds cool and dangerous and sexy, and maybe would have been if my wife had actually been in the car with me as opposed to in an examination room 20 miles away. My only pillow talk was to the drivers in front of me ("Why are you all on the road in the early afternoon? Don't any of you have jobs?"), and Charlotte received her sweet nothings from the nurse practioner ("You may experience some discomfort. Now just lie back and relax.") And here, I thought romance was dead.
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