I need to wait till the 12th. That’s what I gleaned from visiting RMG this morning.
The 12th is a Friday, so I’ll probably wait till Monday the 15th to call and let them know what did or didn’t happen. I’m waiting on a period. That’s all, folks – one gloriously, well-timed menstrual cycle.
Meantime, K gets to practice in a small plastic cup (dude, that is funny) and I try to get to comfortable with a procedure that shoots dye up my uterus. It’s a winner week for both of us.
Today, after I read through the brochure of available options and considerations and what not, I got squeamish. There’s lots of words like cramping and uncomfortable, and you know that’s just code for miserable and horribly painful. I thought to myself… “Self, do you really want to have a baby?”
And the answer, despite the fact that I was crossing my legs very very tightly, is yes.
Uterus, ovaries: y’all are on notice. Either shape up or get ready for some pretty serious pokes.