This morning at 10:00 I will be going for my very first insemination. Emotions are running high, but we’re confident. Every couple/woman silently hopes and believes that the first one will be THE only one.
So, with anticipation, I placed the cup for Mr. V’s disposal next to the bed. And awaited at my dad’s place and waited for the phone call: “It’s ready!” With this small cup placed between my legs, trying to keep it warm, I drove from our farm about 20 kilometres from the Pathologists, dodging people, other cars and all this at around 8 in the morning. School traffic and all.
Surviving the traffic and not killing anyone on my way, I reached Ampath. Dropped of the sample and waited for the phone call, which will reach me within about one hour.
Phone rang: and sample was ready for collection. Went to pick the sample up and received a long tube, when I left a small pot? But anyway, pushed the tube under my arm, to stay warm, and drove like a devil’s child to the gynaecologist’s offices. Got there, waited, went flat on my back and the small, perfect sperm was released into my well oiled and very much drugged up uterus.
Now, the waiting game waits...............................
The funny thing after this whole rushed experience is the fact that I walked out of that office feeling that I was supposed to sow my legs together, just in case something though about escaping. I felt like the everyone was looking at me and knew what had happened that day. That afternoon I flew to Johannesburg for business and I was treated like a porcelain doll, not only by my colleagues, but also by myself.
If only I knew.............................................
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