The Dr. hurt me

As anticipated, the dr. hurt me today. I had my biopsy. It only took a few minutes, but it felt like an hour. Luis went with me this time. I held his thumb with a mighty grip as the dr. coached a "student" (?) dr. through it all. I was so happy to have Luis there!! The great thing about pain, is my brain forgets. That part is easy. 4 Advil later and I'm good, but the problem is the emotion it evokes. I'm getting tired of taking all these pills and getting poked. I told Luis, "I hope it's worth it." He acted hopeful for me and assured me it is.

Timed Endo Biopsy

So I've got another one of these timed endo biopsies planned for next Tuesday. What they call uncomfortable, I call pain. They take tissue from my uterus, analyze it, then compare the age of that tissue with the time that I start (HOPEFULLY I WON'T START!) to see if I'm ovulating. If I were up for a pitty party, I'd say something like, "What happened to good old fashioned sex? The oops factor? The surprise we're pregnant and we weren't even trying?" Not for us, unfortunately. This, however, is not my pitty party. This is my blog. Blog, blog, babies, babies. There. Done. Actually not even close. Just mentioning pitty party sends me into one. I'm losing hope at this point. It might be too early for one, but I'm sure a valuable defense mechanism none the less. It's probably time after 2+ years to get comfortable with the idea that we may never have children of our own. Perhaps God has a child out there already for us to adopt some day. I'm barely even tearing up as I write this...unusual for me when it comes to this topic. I need to accept this, and I guess today I am...accepting it.