Love, Marriage and My HSG

Delays, delays and more delays. After playing phone tag with the scheduler for three days, I finally have a date/time for my HSG…tomorrow afternoon! I’m a teeny tiny bit nervous about how this all will go down, but more than that, I’m excited to be moving forward towards a diagnosis. I’m not extremely hopeful that we’ll find out much from this test, however, it’s a starting point. (That’s my attempt at optimism. Are you convinced?)

DH is out-of-town for work once again this week, which means that all heck is going to break loose on the diet/food front for me. It’s so much easier to polish-off a bag of chips or box of crackers when no one is there to witness the indulgence, isn’t it? I hate it and I love it when he’s away. I hate it because I only have Duke to talk to, laugh with and pick-on while he’s gone. I love it because I don’t have to fight for space on the bed, pick-up stinky socks or belts or annoying little scraps of paper with random numbers written on them left on the kitchen counter and I don’t even have to attempt to be quiet while I get ready for work in the morning. Really honey, I do love you…and I’d miss it terribly if I didn’t have anyone to pick-up after! (I think.)

Wish me luck for tomorrow’s speculum adventures! Yipeeee for showing-off my cootchie to more strangers!