I receive an urgent voicemail this afternoon, letting me know there is no sperm to thaw for tomorrow's IUI. I've been taking shots in the stomach for a week, including waking up at 3:45 a.m. in order to 'time' the shots, all in preparation for tomorrow, and you're telling me you have no sperm? Ever heard of the saying, 'lack of planning on your part, doesn't constitute an emergency on mine'... certainly not the case here, unless of course, I 'waste' this cycle. I'm frantic, have to call KD and explain the situation, and luckily, he is able to rearrange his schedule in order to leave a donation at 7 a.m., and return to work for a morning meeting. He doesn't go without mentioning that he may send me a bill for gas, and I'm not sure he was joking. This is not the first mistake with this office, I can only hope they don't forget to have someone open at 7 a.m.
I go to sleep and have a nightmare about being at a clinic for my IUI, and the nurse informs me that the office never sent the sperm to the clinic, where the IUI was taking place. The dream finishes at this point because I wake up to Soula (my puppy) throwing toys against my window. It's 2:30 a.m.! I get out of bed, turn off the light in the backyard, get back in bed, and now hear a segment on The Joy Behar show, featuring a man that donated sperm to the CA Cryo Bank, and his reunion with his biological kids that tracked him down on MySpace... are you kidding me?
Now I'm completely awake, it's 12 hours before my IUI, and I'm still wondering if KD was joking about sending me a gas bill.
