Seems like I'm back to the start of things

I had a couple of posts that had been jingly round in my head so I thought I'd put one of them down. Instead  as I prepare for my hsg tomorrow, I find myself thinking about how far (and how little) I've come in the past five years.

When I had my first hsg more than 4 years ago, I thought it would be no problem. I was tough, I could take a lot of pain. My tubes were free and clear. How hard could it be?

Then I tried to walk to my car and I could barely make it. I think it took me more than half an hour to make it to my car in the hospital garage. This time I'm a wuss and am making the mister stay home tomorrow and drive me to the appointment.

Ok, I'll be honest. I'm making him drive me to the appointment mostly so I can raid my stash of the lovely little pillls called Vic O'Dan.

As I was working and thinking a bit about tomorrow, I found myself looking backwards. There was a fast flurry of emails with an fellow traveler that brought tears to my eyes at the end of my work day. I thought of the other emails I wanted to send soon, some to fellow travelers who've arrived, others to the few of us left in the trenches.

I raced home to race to chiro and when I made it back to my car, all well-adjusted like, there was a lovely message on the phone from another infertile, a mom now who's not sure where she fits in any more. I checked the time change and called her back. Her man answered the phone and after we reminiscenced a bit about his  excellent injection skills in foreign countries, he put his missus on the phone. It had been way too long since we talked last and it was so very good to catch up.* She thought we might be able to hook up in the Windy City but since I'm back in the land of earthquakes and fires, it will have to be another time.

I guess I'm feeling some sort of infertile nostalgia. I do hate the infertility club but you gotta admit, the other members kick some serious ass.

After tomorrow's final exam, I do think I'll be purchasing my tickets to Garden State. Time to take the nostalgia tour national, baby. Advanced purchased tickets will be on sale soon.

*This part is to guilt her into telling y'all all about her big plans with chickens, goats and bees and becoming an innkeeper.

Comments

[Tonya]

I will be thinking of you tomorrow. I'm glad you'll have the Mr. to escort you (please say a fond hello to my old friend Vic!).

(And I am worried now; I fear you were hinting at something worrisome involving Ms. P.). Or, it could be totally my misinterpretation. At least I hope so.

[Emily]

Sending good vibes to you for tomorrow. Years ago when I started I tried to 'tough' it out. Screw that. Five plus years and now I demand pain pills before we start along the lines of Shirley Maclaine demanding her daughter's pain pills in Terms of Endearment LOL.

Thinking of you.

[beagle]

As cool as it is, I would trade this membership for fertile one any day! (Or even for pickable PAP!)**

**Which is not the same as saying I would quit if I got pg or picked by a BM. I mean if I could wave a magic wand and go back 4+ years and never have needed to join.

[DD]

FINALLY! The long-awaited HSG. You should wear thigh high boots or someting equally memorable as a way to say, "See? See what you all have been missing by not hurrying up and scheduling this appt?!"

If you don't have thigh-high boots, which I seriously can't even imagine, some thigh-high stockings and some kick-ass pumps will suffice.

[Mary Ellen]

Good luck tomorrow Millie!

[Mary Ellen]

Oh crap it was today wasn't it? I hope it went okay and you aren't in too much pain.

[amber]

Hope all went well. Thinking of you and looking forward to an update.