Our Uterus Report Card

Today was our first appointment on our new baby plan.  While it was nice having my pants in the upright and on position for a bit, it felt good getting things rolling again.  I felt like we were forced into a holding pattern since our lateral move and that has been hard emotionally but today we got things going in the right direction.

I was nervous to put it lightly.  Terrified to put it realistically.  I know Karen was too but didn't want me to see it.  The last time we had set foot in this office, we found out news that turned our world upside down.  Although all signs pointed to this visit being routine so did the last one... So we kicked our Karma into high gear by picking up a dozen bagels for the doctors office and heading north.  After we got in the exam room and were waiting, I proceeded to work myself up into a seriously nauseous state.   I didn't help that I was given some 600 mg ibuprofen upon arrival for my procedure.  I had no idea this one might be painful.  But after Dr. Smotrich took a teeny tiny camera and took a little tour of my uterus all the weight was lifted.

We always have a little recap and planning sess in his office after the exams.  When we made mention of our apprehension he turned to us and said the most reassuring words I've heard, "Every appointment now are happy ones."  After a gleaming uterus report card, we now have a bit of a break from visits but not from progress.  Soon I will start birth control for two weeks and Karen will start reminding me to take it.  Then we're back in the office to learn to teach K how to stick me with needles.  The end of October is when things start getting crazy but more about that when we get there.

Right now we feel content.  Content that our obstacle can be overcome and we are taking the steps toward doing that.  I'm still dealing with the fact that I feel broken.  I didn't think it would bother me this much but, regardless of the obstacle it posses to getting pregnant, its been difficult to wrap my mind around the fact that something you take for granted isn't what you thought.  But it will pass as we put one foot in front of the other to our ultimate goal of a tiny McGuire.  For today, we are happy with our happy uterus.

Tomorrow... Well, the journey continues...