What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy, spiritual awakening and whatever I feel like writing. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.
The procedures went well, I just had to spend the morning calling the doctor's office, getting new prescriptions called in and taking a double dose of the cyt.otec (generic was fine after all) so that it worked in the 2-hour window I had before the hysteros.copy. After the pharmacist's gloom and doom "This is for cervical ripenening (ew, really, we're going to use that term?) and it's not going to be fun", the cyto.tec, as it turns out, didn't do a whole lot to make me uncomfortable. Not even to the level of period cramps, which for me are pretty bad. The actual procedure on the other hand sucked worse than an HSG (or maybe as bad, but the HSG didn't make me yelp as I recall...it was a long time ago now). The ultrasound, blood flow measurement was no biggie. Of course.
That giant cup of coffee I got immediately following my appointment was some sweet sweet nectar of the gods.