So, as I have not bled, spotted, or cramped for the past 12 hours, I’m pretty sure I can say that all the craziness has subsided.
As I type this, I wait for the lightning to strike my computer….
I have decided to not get an ultrasound done at all and count last week as a horror induced by HSG + stress. I don’t want to miss work on Monday so someone can shove Wandy (name stolen from Elphaba over at yolk. I should learn how to link!) up inside of me and say everything looks fine. If the RE and OB/GYN thought I’d be fine to wait until Monday, I think I’ll be fine to wait until March 1. If the RE still wants a peek up in there, she can do that when I’ll be there.
I decided I didn’t hate the RE’s office anymore once the nurse on the phone told me that she bet I did feel frustrated. Sometimes, I really think that’s all people want to hear — that someone is actually listening to them. It reminded me of a blog that I read recently, linked to from someone else’s blog. It’s a good post though, one worth reading, and written from a man’s POV, something I don’t see very often.
I obviously don’t know what I’m doing with blogging, since other people can just have one word and it goes to another page, and I have to have this whole address.