So, I went to the fertility doctor for my initial consultation. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous. I just kept imagining in my head that the doctor would kindly shake his head and tell me it was no hope. Of course, my husband told me to calm down but I wasn't having it.
We went over my medical history and my tests/procedures to date. The bad news is that the doctor confirmed that something is definitely wrong with me. If not, I would have been pregnant looong ago. That's a little hard to hear out loud, but I had prepared myself to hear that. Nobody wants to hear that there's something wrong with you. I can't help myself from wondering what I did wrong.
Here's the good news, dear reader(s)...if the only problem I have is the blocked Fallopian tube, then that is a relatively easy obstacle to overcome! Yeah! The doctor said that my chances of getting pregnant are "very high." I got all teary eyed in the office when he said that. It's indescribably joyful to hear good news after years of bad news and disppointment.
The next step is to get about 1,000 invasive tests done to confirm that I only have the one issue going on. The other piece of good news is that it is possible for me to cram in all the testing in the next month so I should know the verdict very soon.
Here's my other next step--scheduling an emergency soda night. How 'bout it, ladies? Who wants to get black out drunk? I see all your raised hands, so call me.
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Wait, I'm confused. What's an emergency soda night? Whatever it is, if it involves you licking my braces, I'm in!
Of course I'll lick your braces. Like you even have to ask...
Let's go drink "soda" until we get blackout drunk. When can you go?
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