My feelings hurt as much as my lady bits!

OK, so here's the thing. G & I have been TTC for a while, and we recently sought the help of a Reproductive Endocrinologist (through a crazy and miraculous turn of events mind you). Dr. Wonderful (my RE) found a large "mass" in my uterus and says perhaps this is why the few times we've managed to get preggers we couldn't get it to "stick." So, today we removed the mass.

First off, I'm not a wimp. I have rheumatoid arthritis, take 10mg of Prednisone and manage to get my hiney to work everyday, so pain really isn't a big deal to me in general. On the other hand, for those of you with cervix's... dilating that particular lady bit hurts like a MOFO. So, removing said mass while routine for Dr. Wonderful not so routine for me. This was surgery, like in the OR, fully sedated, surgery. Once Doc W got to his destination, he found not one but two nice big masses and the first one was a little larger than anticipated (on the bright side, he gave me photos of the inside of my ute, which I think is insanely cool). He got everything out, though, and I'm recovering nicely at home.

No, this wasn't open heart surgery. No, my life didn't/doesn't hang in the balance of it's outcome. I understand that, and I certainly wouldn't want anyone to act as if it did; however, a freaking "Hey how did it go?" phone call would have been nice. Not from the whole world, maybe just from my Mom. That's right, I've been home for over six hours at this point and have heard NOTHING from my Mom. I tried to call her on the way home from the hospital and got voicemail. As a matter of fact the only people I've heard from at all today are a work friend who I've known less than a year (although, we have become quite close in that time) and a client from work. As a matter of fact, the client sent flowers. So, I don't know if the process of releasing a fibroid and a polyp sent some extra hormones into circulation or if I'm just being a sensitive little brat, but I'm really feeling quite hurt. I expected G's Mom to be a bitch and not ask about me, that's not out of the ordinary. I expected my sister to not express any concern at all, again not out of the ordinary.

Anyway, enough whining! G has been fabulous. We had our work Halloween party yesterday so I had to stay late to finish up work in prep for being gone today and my wonderful husband cleaned the house for me so that I could come home to peace today. He's been by my side all day and has just generally been the best husband, ever.

So, this was the last fix-it procedure prior to starting the treatments in earnest. Still hoping for morning sickness by Christmas!

Fire in the Hole

Ok, so this is my first blog ever and I really hope it doesn't suck. But even if it does, I doubt anyone's reading it anyway as no one knows I'm blogging (well, except you, but hey what's a little insecurity between friends!).

So, what's going on that's so interesting you would want to read about it... hmmm... well, I'll think of something. In the meantime, maybe we should get to know each other. As mentioned over on the side (yeah, over to the left, there) I married my high school sweetheart. Awesome hubby. We've been actively TTC (in case you don't speak infertility, that's Trying To Conceive) for right around five years. We've gotten really good at the trying part, but the conceiving has been a bit elusive. Recently I bit the bullet and saw a fertility specialist, so we're holding out hope that we may have a baby, yet. More on that later...

On to the family! Let's start with the dogs. I've had my Waldo for 12 years. He's a grumpy old man, now but I still love him to pieces. Then about two years ago in a fit of infertility induced insanity I got Emma. Emma is adorable. Emma is funny. Emma is the most hyperactive, stubborn, willful, dominate little pug on the planet. That might be an exaggeration, but I'm going to need proof before I'll retract it. That said I loves my puggins. We also have a very mean, very old cat named Mean Kitty. Yes, that is her name. Yes, it fits. She was mean before she got old, it's just who she is.

OK, and the rest... There are the nephews (my sister's boys). Big C is 5 and he's a hoot and a half. He's one of those kids that asks questions that make you realize the wheels are always turning. Little C is 18 months. He's a sweet little snuggle bunny. He's at that almost talking stage, so he says a lot, but nobody knows what it means. We have one 9 month old neice, H, on G's side, too. She's a little angel.

Oh, me, you want to know something about me? I'm a CRM Software Developer. Translation: Geek. I have a great job, and I work for a good little company. I really want a baby, as mentioned above. Other than that, I'm trying to find out a little more about me, too. I'm a pleaser and a nurturer and really insecure. Meaning, I'll do just about anything to make others happy. I like to read, but mostly I just like helping out or playing with the boys & dogs.

So here we are. First blog down. That wasn't so bad, was it?