Thanks to those who prayed for our IUI yesterday morning! The Lord mercifully caused things to go quite smoothly, despite the fact that we were exhausted when the alarm sounded and not eager for the whole IUI process. We didn’t have as rushed of a morning as we often experience on IUI day. We made it to the clinic with ample time, and we were even seen early, which meant we could make it to church.
In keeping with my new, accidental laissez-faire attitude toward this cycle, I didn’t pay too much attention to the report of the sperm counts for the IUI. They gave me numbers, but I honestly couldn’t remember what the ranges are for good motility and post-wash count, and I didn’t feel like asking. So the numbers were just… meaningless numbers. I started to look up the information this morning, then I decided that I didn’t really have time to search around. Yes, knowing what kind of counts we had for this IUI might give me some idea of what to expect, but simply knowing the numbers and statistics won’t affect the outcome of the procedure. So I’ll just wait in blissful, distracted-by-settling-our-home ignorance.
As we sang yesterday morning in church:
What a Savior!
Anything can happen with this IUI, as long as it results in a proclamation of the greatness and kindness of Christ.