Friday, July 19, 2013
ICI #2: "It's like a pit of water!"
The second round was less of a love-making experience, with less emphasis on mood lighting and music and more of a utilitarian approach. Ass on pillows, knees in the air, and speculum wide. I played rotisserie chicken-- fifteen minutes on my back, fifteen on my left side, fifteen on my right side-then cooked chicken and asparagus for dinner. Nothing romantic about it. Heather said afterwards that, if I got pregnant, it would be from the first insemination.
Today, I had an appointment for a massage, but the gentleman grimaced when I said I might be pregnant, saying that it wasn't safe until I was out of the first trimester. I appreciated his concern for my health, but my back hurts, goddamn it. Still, it's the right thing. Also right, according to the Making Babies plan, is warm food: if you eat something chilly, eat something warm with it. Salad plus baked potato, for example. For lunch today, I was going to get some cut-up melon at the grocery store, but had to get a microwave dinner to go with it. An organic microwave dinner, at that. I have eaten so much pineapple that my tongue is raw. Bromelain, they say, is key to implantation.
Heather asked me if I thought I was pregnant. Aside from the fact that I can't really be pregnant a day after inseminating, I admitted I'm certain that it will stick. I know better, but I just can't believe, after all the flax oil and green tea and lack of caffeine, that I haven't made this happen. Heather shoved me around like a wheelbarrow! What more do the conception gods want? Again, I know better, but I also know that I will be devastated if it doesn't work. I know I'll be surprised and heartbroken. On the upside, I could get a massage.