Redemption!

I (T) have been dreading this day all week. Really.....for months, since the last time my doctor told me to get an HSG. I have been told by friends who have experienced this that it's not bad at all. Well, God has a funny way of timing, and making things work out for His plan. After my blood work on Monday broke loose a chaotic start to a long, trying process....... I needed more blood taken today. So, I then started to worry less about the HSG and more about the blood work! Clever, right?!

I have been very healthy for all of my life, and really haven't experienced very much. The things I have had to endure have NOT gone well at all. I like to think that my body has been spoiled and is rebelling against all of these ridiculous torture methods! The only times I have had to give blood have ended in passing out, smelling salts, pretzels, & juice.

NOT TODAY! It couldn't have gone better (unless of course I could have avoided it all!). I start the morning with a miracle pill (not the one some of you are thinking of..) VALIUM! At first I thought, this crap is crap. (Verbatim) Well then about 8 minutes went by and I had to remember what I was doing and why I wasn't at work :)

Scotty came home to drive me there (good idea), in the process I sneezed ALL over myself, Scotty had to hold my head up, and other things I can't remember. We didn't wait long which was good because he had me drink at least 3 bottles of juice, probably paranoia from Monday. Scotty wasn't allowed to come back with me for the HSG because we don't want to x-ray his sperm (Dr.'s words-not mine). The whole thing lasted maybe 3 minutes and was painless!! No more discomfort than an annual visit-ladies you can relate.

I had decided last night that I was not going to have Scotty with me for my blood work this time, and I think he appreciated that. The way my body responds to passing out is not something anyone should have to see, I still feel guilty for how much I have put him through the last three times.

Well either the valium, the nurse who wouldn't shutup (with good reason), or my determination not to pass out worked. I almost cried walking out, this is the first time I have not made a scene for something that should be very simple. It's honestly embarrassing being labeled a "fainter" because I thought I couldn't control it. But now I know it can be done :) Also, my nurse drawing the blood shared her story with me. She now has three kids, and wasn't able to do IVF, had to go as far as surgery for each of her pregnancies. She said it's the most rewarding process anyone could experience, that made me smile.

The next step is our IVF informational meeting on Tuesday. I am not sure what to expect because it will be a separate class for Scotty and I to learn how to give myself the injections :-(

I already feel very blessed to have such a supportive group of family and friends around us. Not to mention a husband that has already been more caring and understanding than I could want.

Until next time..............scary thought: Scotty and I have several times said, "When our babies are here," or "what are we naming the babies"....I certainly hope that isn't foreshadowing anything...... ;-)