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Scar Tissue

I think leakage is one of my least favorite words.  It's just so... gross.  I made it through my entire grueling day and came out on the other side.  Not only did I survive NAEYC and my HSG, but I also hauled my happy ass to the track for a run.  What amazes me is when I tell myself it's okay if it's not my best and that I'm just happy that I managed to get myself there and somehow manage to have a personal best!  I'm not a runner.  I run.  Sometimes.  I just never expected to be excited about it or to want to beat my own time, though looking back, I'm not surprised.  I love numbers and data and being able to see my growth over time.

Anyway, the HSG was interesting.  I have a great doctor, Dr. TK, who has a fantastic sense of humor; that is to say he cracks himself up every 10 minutes with a one-liner that no one else laughs at -- I find I'm typically laughing at his ability to crack himself up rather than the joke itself.  I got to watch the contrast as it went in and filled up ye old uterus and came out the Fallopian tubes.  Indeed.  You heard it here.  My tubes are open.  It was painful in the way that cramps are painful; a deep, dull ache that leaves you wanting to curl up into fetal position.  But as quickly as it started, it ended and I was headed home with Porch.

Dr. TK thinks there is likely some scar tissue around the tubes, but we'll learn more about what our plan entails in the coming weeks as Porch has his lab work coming up on Friday.  In the meantime, I'll be enjoying some fabulous antibiotics for the next few days to ensure there's no infection following today's great adventure.

My mind and body are exhausted.  It's been a challenging week and honestly, I thought today was Thursday all day.  I was up at 5am to get to my site early for our NAEYC visit.  I am looking forward to meeting my pillow.  Just a few more things to do tonight and then it's on!!  I open every day from now until October 7th so I better get used to early mornings again!

xoxo

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