A resurrection! Just not the one we usually associate with the holiday. For the first time since (carry the three... plus two...) October of 2006, I got my period. Shocking, I know. I was fairly certain that I'd have to wean Caroline completely and get back on traditional birth control pills before I had a shot in hell of having a period again. But in the spirit - nay, the theme - of proving me wrong, my body opted for a surprise re-opening.
So surprised was I, in fact, that I had no supplies on hand. It was like being a 12-year-old all over again, what with the improvising.
I'm encouraged that my body seems to have the wherewithal to do this. Given the not-great/not-awful report from my last HSG, I wasn't sure. And, given what I've seen today, it may be a one-day-only event. But it's a start.
I don't know that this has any real significance, beyond the fact that it's just nice to function with a "normal" range. I had grown accustomed to thinking that life with Asherman's required surgery of some degree to get back to an operational standpoint.
We still suffer from what I'm calling "economically-induced infertility". Well, by "we", I mean "I". Todd, I believe, is done having kids and is perfectly okay with that. Me? Well, I think I've come to accept two facts: 1) In my heart of hearts, I'd like another. 2) The odds of us ever being able to do that are just a sliver from nil. Surely admitting that will get me a step closer to acceptance. Right?