What a day. Inger surged yesterday morning, so she picked up two vials yesterday afternoon from the fertility center and we went this morning for our first insemination (we try to do two inseminations, each one approximately 6-7 hours apart). Anyways, Inger is in the exam room and I ask the doc to see a sample of the specimen in the microscope (I've done this before and I find it absolutely amazing). Anyways, doc looks first and says it's a bad specimen. I look, and there's, like, two sperm swimming

. The rest are just dead. To paraphrase the doctor in the first episode of The L Word "that stuff wouldn't get anyone pregnant". So now I'm freaking out a little because we just changed donors (at my request) and the first vial was a dud. Just for the heck of it, we thawed out the second vial, and it was a really good specimen. All the little guys were swimming up a storm. So we inseminate and Inger's cervix is wide open. Everything is good.
Inger goes back home to rest, then takes the bad vial back to the fertility center and gets it replaced with another one so we can inseminate again this afternoon. Meanwhile, I'm at work, leave early to go pick her up and go back to the doc's. We pull into the parking lot and the doc's office calls Inger's cell phone to say doc got called into emergency surgery and wouldn't be back for the remainder of the day (it was about 3:30 p.m.)

Now I'm pissed. I'm not feeling good about this cycle. Everything seems to be going against us today. Fortunately, Inger has a good outlook and says we only needed one insemination because she got pregnant with that first one, and didn't need the second one

She's so cute trying to get me not to pout. I probably won't be so anxious about this cycle, which might be a good thing, but geez, what a day. Sorry it's so long. I really had to vent because I don't want to vent to Inger, since she's trying to stay positive. Anyways, the 2WW begins again.