My post-surgical follow up appointment was today, and nothing awful happened. Let me just repeat that, as it’s not something we can take for granted. NOTHING AWFUL HAPPENED. Indeed, the things that happened were more or less on the good side.
First, my incision is healing well enough that I have been released from pelvic rest. I was initially told six weeks of nothing up the vagina, and it’s only been two weeks. Get ready, vagina! I’ve got a pile of things I’ve been saving up for you, including an umbrella, a VIKING RUNE CANDLE, and…oh yeah, my husband’s penis.
Second, I get another HSG! Okay, this is not actually good. But I was wondering whether there’d be any assessment of the workings of my interior, so I’m glad I’ll get to find out if my tubes are still clear. My last HSG was no big deal, though I know it’s a nightmare for some women. I will call to schedule that as soon as I get my period. Good times! Lookin’ forward to it!
Third, my timeline has not changed. Given my RE’s magical failure when it comes to communicating about timelines, this was a big relief. Ten weeks from now we recommence our efforts to get me knocked up. (This time my RE seemed to expect us to do IUI rather than regular intimacy, which is fine with me. Whatever!)
When I think of sitting on the baby-making bench for ten weeks, it feels like an awfully long time. But when I consider that it’s my entire summer, it seems incredibly brief. I gots maaaaad partying to cram into that short span. So I’d better get started.