IUI – just another road to parenthood
Tania writes…Hardly anybody starts their journey of trying to conceive a baby thinking they will end up in a doctor’s office, trying to get pregnant http://www.trying-to-conceive.com/how-to-get-pregnant/ with the help of a reproductive endocrinologist. Conceiving a baby should be an intimate act, an act of love. When my husband and I decided that we would like to add a baby to our family, our checklist included an ovulation calendar, ovulation tests, scented candles, and even a nice hotel now and again. Our vision did not include anyone except the two of us.
I did get pregnant twice before we found out that my husband has a low sperm count, and we turned to Intrauterine Insemination. The first time was after six months of trying. The second time, we have given trying to conceive a break, so we were not attempting to get pregnant. It was great to be pregnant! I could not believe it at first, and didn’t pregnancy signs http://www.trying-to-conceive.com/pregnancy-signs/ like morning sickness and extreme fatigue at all.
Both times I naturally got pregnant, I miscarried – once at 10 weeks and once at 13 weeks. The first miscarriage was difficult to deal with. But by the time I had my second miscarriage, I was convinced that I could never have a baby, and that it was all my fault. I was angry, mainly with myself. I questioned everything I did during that pregnancy, from exercise to having had a drink before I knew I was expecting.
When we ended up contacting a doctor, it was because I was convinced that there was something wrong with my body. My body, I reasoned, is why we had trouble getting pregnant, and why I miscarried when I did get pregnant. I was still young, so why wouldn’t I be getting pregnant if everything was fine? A sperm analysis showed that my husband actually had a low sperm count, but not ridiculously low. By that time, we had been trying to conceive for a year without success. Month after month, I either waited for my menstruation to show up or did a pregnancy test, fully expecting it to be negative.
When our doctor suggested IUI, we almost instantly agreed. My husband had taken such great care of his health ever since I met him, that it was almost ridiculous. Apart from two beers (no kidding, always two) on Saturday night, when we would order take-out, he did not do anything unhealthy. He did not smoke, played soccer, and was and is obsessed with good food to the point of my annoyance. I was in my twenties, and had no known fertility problems.
IUI is a simple procedure, compared to more invasive assisted fertility techniques like IVF. After sperm washing is completed (after the male partner provided a sperm sample – now that can be awkward initially, but believe me that the embarrassment surrounding masturbating into a cup is short-lived for men who really want a baby), and the woman is ovulating (induced by Clomid, or naturally), you’re good to go. We were overjoyed to get pregnant on the third cycle of IUI!
The procedure itself is a little unpleasant, and can cause some cramping, but it is really quite minimal. I have a high tolerance for pain, but I can truly say that it did not hurt. Afterward, I felt as if I was about to get my period. We were told to lie down for 15 minutes after the IUI. Convinced in the power of positive thought, I visualized an egg and sperm merging and forming an embryo. We joked and read newspapers together, talking about current affairs.