My 1st exposure to Sperm... and Rabies.

Anai says:

A laughing fit got in the way of a successful butt poke. My ass was out as I was face down chewing the bed sheet with Jenni was leaning over me. It might have been the nerves or the fact that at any moment any conversation my wife and I are having can take a turn for hysteria, but we couldn't go through with it. We called my Abuelita into the room (everyone who heard about the LH Surge injection raved about her capabilities with a needle). She said she would show us how to do it and was coaching Jenni. She said you have to get the blood moving by pinching/slapping the skin. As she demonstrated she poked me, completely without warning.
Thanks Grandma.
Either way it went well. It still felt sore in the injection site for a few days after but all in all the shot worked out exactly the way we planned it. At my ultrasound on Thursday, three of the five possible follicles that were in the running to become babies had reached mature size. Three being the magic number as that was the max we were willing to have to go forward with the insemination. (um hi, 20% chance for twins here.)
We had to get up before the sun the morning of the insemination. My appointment was a nine am and we had to get there an hour early to sign the paperwork. It that stated the sperm they were defrosting was indeed the one meant for us. It seemed pretty important so we arranged to be picked up at my grandparent's house by my cool veterinarian aunt.   We were running on what I will call zero sleep. There was a magnificent thunderstorm lighting up the sky, that simmered only for a an hour around two am and then returned at full force right after. I know this because I was up all night.
It had nothing to do with nerves and more to do that Jen was busy dying of phlegm and cough attacks.
We positioned ourselves on the bed so that the big window in the room was like a big screen and we watched the lighting light up the sky so brightly that we could see the details in the leaves on the threes. So even though we were tired it was also a beautiful sight. There isn't a rainy day that passes without me having to exclaim that I love the rain. It wasn't too bad until we had to get up and moving and ready for the big day part two.
We were sleepy and exhausted and the world of traffic made it so that, dropping off my cousins at the university, solely unlocking the doors at the Vet Clinic and getting to the Doctor's office took two and a half hours. We arrived right on time to our appointment only to be told that the doctor had been in a car accident and would be arriving who knows when.
I wasn't surprised that there was a accident since every time we leave the house we are surrounded by terrifying near misses. I would keep a running tally but I might start giving myself nightmares (wait I already had one) We've been rear ended twice already anyways.
The wait lasted almost three hours, during which my Jenni was dwindling in health and becoming increasingly hangry and I was trying not to freak out that I could ovulate at any minute and my that my five follicles would mature at any moment as well. The Doc had a few stitches on his hand but seemed as calm and collected as ever. Always friendly, he greeted us and the procedure went underway.
I'm going to go into the details because that's just me.
The speculum the lady had laid out for the Doctor was plastic, he immediately scorned her for giving it to him. He's a metal guy apparently, and I soon learned why. There's no KY (his words). It, apparently, is no good for this procedure. So it has to go in just as is. My damn cervix is a little to the side (I knew this already from previous pap tests.) but it was never a problem. But since IUI means intrauterine insemination, the Doctor needed a look at my lopsided cervix. So the damn speculum was being twisted about and I was trying not to make a scene (and squeeze Jen's hand off) but it was passed uncomfortable. Doctor Salguero finally gave up and ordered the metal speculum. I was relived but also upset that it wasn't over and that it was all for nothing. From there everything else went well. The insemination feels like getting a needle but without the pain, you just feel it move in deeper. It's strange to feel your insides. The only part that hurts is that you get immediate cramping that hurts from your ovaries to your ribs and the pain lasts for most of the day.
It certainly isn't nice. But I prefer it to getting a filling.
The Doctor set my next appointment to May 16th. Five days after Jen's. If we are pregnant we might skip the blood test. I don't know why. Maybe because it's hell to even try to get to that part of town. If we have to go again for a second attempt those will be the dates of our first ultrasounds.  I don't feel any different into my second days of my TWW. I feel like just me and paunch just like any other day. Yet I am optimistic. There we no signs of possible disturbances and for that Jen and I decided to celebrate and eat a giant lunch.
We planed on going to this delicious looking burger shop we pass by every time we go to the clinic. But it wasn't open. We couldn't wait the half hour because it was almost noon and we hadn't eaten. That usually doesn't bug me, I can wait that long but we had been up for seven hours already and that makes a difference. We settled on the only place that was open and that so happened to be IHOP. (international is right) It wasn't horrible. We ordered more food than we needed we soon found out but it was all good. We were happy and relived to be done with attempt one. We were ringing in the waiting period the best way possible (after booze) FOOD.
We hung out at he mall a few hours. Just sitting at a café, so that we could relax our tired selves and mostly let Jenni rest. She wasn't feeling too hot but we had to wait for our ride quite a long time. Since it's so difficult to move through the city we had to chill at my Aunt's Vet Clinic for a few hours before we got to go home. It was already a long day but we had to hang out and loiter. I was prepared for this and brought us each a book.
The clinic is small and we were confined to the front room where there is three seats so patients and owners can wait for service. It seemed to be a slow day for the clinic. Jen was a bit restless and a lot hot and was pacing around and seemed most comfortable when sitting on a bag of dog food. I had to pee real badly but you have to cross into the operating room to get to the washroom. It wasn't in use but I still feel like a bit of an intruder going back there.
Eventually I couldn't help it anymore and braved it when the room was finally empty. Like I said it's a small space. They have the operating table and passed that there's a space where there's a big sink for the washing of fur babies and a narrow black spiral staircase that leads up to where my Aunt keeps the pets she's looking after and then a small bathroom.
On my way back to the front room I looking around the dog wash station for some paper towel to dry my hands with when I heard a THUD sound which was immediately followed by another THUD.  The source of the sound was a little Chihuahua. It wasn't crying as it stumbled down the spiral staircase. It had attempted to walk down but each step is quite steep. They are taller than the little pup could reach. Which had sent the little thing literally (literally used the correct way) flipping down each step, feet forward, flip, ass forward, like cartwheels. He was struggling to catch himself and as soon as he did he feel forward again. I reacted immediately. He feel down like three steps plus the two thuds I heard earlier before I caught him and brought him close to my chest.
He didn't seem hurt but I knew that if he was here he wasn't doing so well. I cradled him and ran over to my aunt, WHO FREAKED OUT BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN.  She told me to hold him away from me and DON'T MOVE. Her and the other Vet were panicked and as they rummaged around frantically looking for something. I tried to say what happened but they weren't listening. My aunt was trying to shove on rubber gloves and the other Vet had located a blanket and was the first to take the poor scared dog out of my hands. Once she did, my aunt instructed that I go to the washroom right away, not to touch anything and to wash my hands as thoroughly as possible. I did as explained not sure what the fuzz was all about but starting to get an idea.
I washed myself as if I was scrubbing up for open heart surgery. I even had to wash my chest since I had held him to my skin and then switch shirts and disinfect anything I touched on my way to wash my hands.
The poor little pup had rabies. He wasn't going to make it. I don't regret grabbing him. Was it stupid of me? Maybe. It is a Veterinarian office and I should not assume anything of the animals there but I couldn't let it happen to the poor boy. He won't make it and maybe my affection was the last he ever feel. His heart was going so fast, he was so frighten. I find myself emotional just thinking of it now. It was such a scene that I never did get a chance to explain myself to my aunt.
It was quite an eventful day. Long for our tired selves. When we made it back to the house I made some Caldo for Jen to make her feel better. It's an amazing traditional soup where you throw any veggie you can imagine into a huge pot and some stewing meat and spices and cilantro and let it cook thoroughly. It's the best remedy for colds and for stress and exactly what I needed. It was delicious and when we tumbled into bed we slept wrapped closely to one another deeply and contently with the sounds of another thunder storm lulling us.