I said I wasn't going to post until the HSG. I lied. This is my outlet, and if I bore you as much as I bore me....stop reading!
The first part of this blog is going to be pictures....from my sisters 21st b-day. Why, because I like them, and I love my little sister.
It got really hot inside so we all started to migrate outside onto the deck, drinks and camera in hand. My sister and I. We so crazy.
This is Sherri and I. Sherri was all about my boobs. The saucy little monkey! She kept asking if they were real, and I finally let her touch them so she could rest at ease that yes, they are in fact real. She was amazed. I may or may not have been a WEE bit drunk.
Hahaha! Presents for Diana. I had my head tilted so that I could read what was scrawled across the front of the one she is holding. I look like I'm tipping over. I assure I'm not!
Cheers!! One of the MANY birthday toasts made that night.
Something REALLY funny just happened. I'll be damned if I remember what it was. Must have been good though.And thats it. Pictures to remember the surprise weekend. Loooooong long weekend!
And now for the second half of my blog......
I'm fucking freaking out now!
Stupid stupid stupid! I was fine yesterday for the the most part. But now....now that I have heard more scary stories and had ample time to think about it......I'm scared as hell. I'm really really hoping that the terrible stories I have heard/read are from women that are babies, that have NO pain tolerance. Because I have always considered myself to have a pretty high pain thresh hold. I'm a tough bitch.
And yesterday, I was a little weirded out by my husband coming in with me.....now I'm worried they wont let him. I don't want to do it alone now that I have myself convinced its going to hurt. How can it NOT hurt. They are going in the out door of my cervix!! And then just to make sure its REALLY unpleasant, they'll fill my uterus with dye. Fuuuuuck. I'll throw a massive temper tantrum if I have to. I'm sure if they see I am having a meltdown they'll let him come with. No? Surely they don't want me to be panicking.
800mg of ibuprofen.....what the hell is that supposed to do?! I take that all the time. Knock my ass out. Seriously. This sounds just plain wrong.
I dont wanna sound like a big baby. But I'm scared. Ugh. I feel like I'm beating a dead horse with this. Poor horsey.
**Edit: I spoke with the RE office just now. They WILL NOT LET HIM COME IN WITH ME!!! Jesus tap dancing christ. Those jerks!**