It was the summer of 2009, I had been taking meds to get ready for an IUI and was in for a monitoring appointment. They said I was set to ovulate and have my IUI procedure on the 4th of July. Luckily, they had a doc and nurse on call that day so nothing would be cancelled. We would be heading across the state after the procedure because Gav's cousin was getting married that weekend.
We were all packed up for the weekend and headed to the clinic. Gavin took care of his part and then we went for breakfast while they prepared the swimmers. Then, we were back to the clinic for the IUI. Everything went fine and as I sat with my legs up for awhile the nurse practitioner went over instructions for the next 2 weeks. As usual, we were told to follow up with intercourse as much as possible over the next 72 hours.
Well, there was a problem with this. We were headed to a small town wedding with not many choices for hotels and there were 2 rooms for the 6 of us from Gav's family going to the wedding, we were sharing a room with my brother-in-law and his girlfriend. So, I had no choice but to ask her to write on a prescription that we would need our own hotel room at the wedding. I thought it was so funny, she didn't really, but wrote it out. Of course she is from this small town and knew several of my husbands family members I found out as we made small talk while she wrote a prescription.
We were then on the 7 hour road trip across the state. When, we were getting to close to the middle of nowhere and near country roads, Gav starts looking for a turn. I thought we were getting close to his grandma's house. Turns out he's looking for a place to park in the country. Just following the doctor's orders! There was a small issue with a horse fly, but it was fun to be a little spontaneous after all we've been through. I took a picture of an old abandoned shed where we stopped thinking it would be great to frame in the baby's room if it worked out.
When we arrived, I gave Gavin's dad our prescription and they had to go move luggage around at the hotel. Ha! I spent the wedding dance making up stories about why I wasn't drinking (not sure why everyone always thought it was so odd if I wasn't having a drink) and dancing with a cousin's little boy. We were maybe the only 2 sober people, it was a barn dance with free beer. We were glad to have our own room over the next 72 hours!
Obviously this cycle didn't work out, but we sure gave it our best try! It would have been a great story, but we have a better story now. This year we will be heading to another cousin's wedding on our first trip out of town with B.
|Happy 4th of July!|