I knew I was ovulating when I woke up Monday morning. I could feel it and the OPK I took the night before and again in the morning confirmed it. But when I tell Dr. B about the positive OPK he says okay you should be ovulating in the next 36 hours. No, Dr.B! I exclaim. It is happening now, please scan me. He tells me to come into the office but as I know that Dr.B is an OBGYN he is NEVER in the office in the morning, as guess what? He is always delivering babies then. So I call every half hour until finally the receptionist confirms he has arrived, by this time it is 11.30am.
I finally get scanned and lo and behold, I have ovulated. With this now unequivocally confirmed I say: Okay Mr. T should go to the lab right now, since it take a few hours to prepare the sperm? Dr. B says let me call the lab and just confirm, he looks at his watch a little concerned. Oh yeah, I forgot. It's now midday, which in Morocco means lunchtime. Which means everything shuts for THREE HOURS!!! Welcome to the French colonial hangover in Africa. And indeed, Aziz the sperm dude, confirms that the lab will re-open at 3pm and Mr. T can bring his sample then. So the sperm won't actually be ready until 5.30pm at the earliest. So no IUI until then. OMG, I have to wait another 6 hours on top of the 3, I've already waited for Dr.B to get to the office and scan me to confirm what I already know. Don't y'all get it?? TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!
I can't believe my chance to get pregnant has to be put on hold, or dare I say it jeopardized, because of someone's lunch hour. Hold on that's incorrect - lunch hourS! Geez, can't you just take ONE hour like most of the world and then get back to work.... my egg ain't gonna wait for you to take a 3 hour lunch break. Aren't the priorities a little skewed here???
So by now I am one big stress ball. I decide I have to lie down and do nothing, better yet try to sleep. Mr. T has been informed that 3pm is drop-off time. Don't forget it! I yell at him. By 2.45, I decide to get out of bed and see if Mr. T is on the ball, so to speak. He is vacuuming the living room. What are you doing? I'm just cleaning up the house.... err, do you think that's the most important thing to do right now? Do you know what the time is? Don't you have to be doing something right now? I don't want to mess up your mood, but I'm about to flip out. Mr. T exasperated with me replies, leave me alone, don't worry it will be done, I'll be there. Anyway they never actually open until 3.15 so I don't wanna be waiting outside with sperm that are dying, cos they're not back from lunch yet. He is, unfortunately, completely right. Apparently even a 3 hour lunch is not enough. Why does anyone not get that time is of the essence and my egg is ready now?!! Who knows how long the fertile window lasts - it could be the perfect time now and we are missing it! Time is of the essence fellas!!
I give up and go back to bed. But little did I know Mr. T is going to be a star. Not only does he make one deposit, but he decides two hours later to make another to up our chances. Aziz, the sperm dude, works hard to prepare both so we have double chances. Since there was no time, he didn't check what our numbers were. He said the sperm looked good and motility seemed very good too, and that's all we know. Mr. T and I raced across town with the sperm preparation sitting snugly in the drinks holder of our car. Of course when we arrived there was no parking place so I ran out of the car, sperm prep in hand up the stairs to Dr.B's clinic, while Mr. T drives far away to park and then sprints back to the clinic.
The IUI did eventually go well, of course it was bloody uncomfortable, but who cares. Dr.B again refused to charge us for the IUI procedure, he is so sweet, and before we knew it we were on our way home. Feeling much more relaxed now as it had actually been done and hopefully within time! We've given it our best shot this cycle - we tried a couple of times au naturel too, to hopefully seal the deal. So maybe, maybe, maybe, baby?
