I had a shit day yesterday besides all that bliss, felt off kilter and spent the day chasing myself in circles. Got really badly lost in Boston, long stupid story, got found, got two, count'em two, hystosonogram catheter threadings, two. Why two? Because it hurt so badly the first time she stopped part way during attempt#1 in hopes it was in far enough. Nope. So, out it came, and in the next one went (you know, along with its friends, the Speculum and the Wand)-- that time, it went as far as it needed to, I was hot pink and sweating, and then, it was a bunch of wand waving, and hip lifting, images taken and printed and then I was done and outta there with a "cavity" that was pronounced "beautiful" and "open" and "clean" and my lining is tri-whatever and all that is Very good stuff.
Sore, and glad that is over.
So, next step, ovulation planned for this weekend (saturday night, say, around 2am--ha! yeah, no.) Then monday afternoon's meeting with Dr. O, where I need to remember the test results are objective, but the interpretation and conclusion are often subjective and all that. But really? I am curious about the results AND the interpretation. Hope I do not cry.