Had the HSN today and everything looked good. (Though why is it that doctors seem to think that small-talk while they’re shoving various implements into one’s girl-goods is either appropriate or welcome? I mean, I’m a librarian, I’m happy to talk books to anyone. But honestly, my capacity for book-talking is somewhat limited when I’m distracted, and gyn. exams are a hell of a distraction for me. Not to mention the fact that I’d just as soon my doctor be concentrating on what he’s seeing on that US screen & not whatever book he’s recommending at the moment. Just sayin’…) He did a modified HSN, didn’t pressurize anything, just wanted to see if the cervix-blocking lump was really & truly gone. And it was – much to my relief. Which means this summer’s shitty events are officially over as far as I’m concerned. Thank any deity who might be listening.
But, back to the happy news, what this all really means is that I can (finally) start a new cycle in a couple of weeks. Which means we’re officially a go for a November cycle. Which means…
WOOHOO!!!
Strange that I’ve come to a place in my life where the prospect of daily injections and near-daily GYN exams would make me almost giddy with happiness. Strange that this seems to indicate normality for me these days.
But the idea of working toward a baby again – an actual baby – seems to be worth getting excited about.
A good day, for a change.