May I say, first of all, that you guys are just the best? Your responses to my last post were so comforting. As a matter of fact, that is one thing that helped me get through the day in the first place — knowing that you would understand just what I was talking about. I honestly don’t know what I would do without this network...
So I went to the hospital yesterday for my second 3-D ultrasound. (You may recall that the last one, from two weeks ago, didn’t pick up much because my endometrium was practically nonexistent.) I was now in a more accommodating part of my cycle, and the doctor was able to visualize everything. And I am happy to report that my uterus is septum-free. The fundus looks smooth and is just the right shape. Even I could see that. So now at least I have a good feeling about that part of things.
This is a little off-topic, but the doctor said that my endometrium was not very thick for this part of the cycle (CD 20, I think) — it was 6mm. (So I suppose there is no question of my being pregnant this month, eh?) I hope that my lining starts cooperating in the coming cycle(s), because otherwise I’ll never have occasion to change the name of my blog.
I had to wait an hour at the clinic, because the doctor was off doing frivolous things like C-sections. There had been a normal selection of magazines there the last time, so I didn’t bring anything to read. And what do you know, the only reading material there now was stuff on babies and pregnancy. It is a testament to my boredom and my love of reading (or my masochism, as I’m sure you’ll be thinking) that I actually looked through all of them. By the way, did you know that smoking during pregnancy is harmful? Huh. Learn something new every day. Remind me, please, never ever ever to go to a doctor in a ward right next to Labor and Delivery again. Unless I am actually, you know, likely to be using that particular suite of rooms myself in the near future.
I babysat my nine-month-old niece yesterday. Remember how I said that last week was a joy, because she never realized her mommy was not the one pushing her stroller? Well, no such luck yesterday. For the first 20 minutes baby and I were happily interacting — she was beaming, cooing, drooling and gnawing on random objects, and it looked like I was going to be spared the all-out wailing session I was treated to last time — but then she looked over to the kitchen and suddenly realized that her mommy was completely absent. And from that point on, she was inconsolable. (I don’t think I have ever used that word quite as aptly before. Utterly impossible to console.) She cried so hard she almost choked, and her hair was matted down and wet from all the sweating she was doing. For 50 minutes, she screamed and cried, whether I was reading to her, or carrying her around, or playing music, or cooing at her, or showing her toys, or stroking her, or whatever one usually does to pacify a baby. And nothing worked until her mother came back, at which point the wailing stopped and she was happy again. Wow. And then once more she treated me to her beautiful two-tooth grin. Boy did Auntie Kath ever want a drink after that.
So (*chin quivering*) how was your day?