After my prattling on the other day about how to move forward on project-next-kid-maybe, I've found the first big piece of the puzzle.
This morning I had my GYN appointment. It was great to see my doctor again. God, I love that woman. And my uterus loves her. And my mommy and husband love her, too. Hannah thinks she rocks.
Where was I? Oh yeah. So everything is hunky-dory. She said that since I'm on the pill, I can actually get my HSG done without a period. So next week (likely Thursday) I'll make my pilgrimage to the radiology clinic to have my cooter filled with dye.
What results will the Magic 8 Ball hold? Who knows. All paths diverge from that particular point, so I really pleased to have it scheduled. This limbo land was starting to get to me. If it counts for anything, my doctor said she felt optimistic, though she couldn't point to any particular reason why. She said the same thing before my complicated c-section, and she was right then, so I'll keep that in mind until next week rolls around.
Really, though, no matter what the result, I'll feel better knowing. And without an urgent need to get a child at any cost, the results should be easier to handle - either way. (You'll remind me of this if they tell me my hoo-ha has closed up shop for good, right?)
Onward and upward, troops!