Fertility Part II

...Then I went to get a diagnostic ultrasound ordered by the repro-endo (like my nickname for him? He's actually way-fun.)



Anyway, I showed up the appointment and I'd forgotten my insurance card. Very bright. After some stressful finagling there, I had a serious coughing fit in the office and had to go to the restroom to recover in peace. As I'm on my way I'm thinking, "Today is going really well."



But then I recover and I cross through the lobby again and I find a $10 bill with no logical place or person to return it to. Hmmm. Then I get called in and have the ultrasound. A doctor there comes in and says she's puzzled as to why I'm there. She basically says I have the reproductive health of a 14 year old cheerleader (no, she didn't actually say that). But she says she never would have known about the radiation, and my uterus et. al. looked"gorgeous". (Aside: Why do these doctors keep referring to anatomy and yucky stuff in terms we would normally reserve for People's Sexiest Man Alive?)



I know, I know, this doesn't mean necessarilly that all is hunky dory. More likely, the AMH test is much more revealing than this. But still, I thought....I dunno. After the $10 and then this, I thought, maybe something big will come easily and gracefully to me, like that ten bucks. Maybe I do have some luck left over after my successful surgery.



I see things happening for a reason and little things being reflective of something larger much, much more than I used to.



We shall see.