My numbers went down. Way down.
Seriously, this is a relief, because I've been making myself crazy worrying about a tubal pregnancy and all of the difficulty and trauma that entails.
I've researched ectopic pregnancy up and down on the Internet and made myself kind of hysterical. I've been certain I felt these little stabbing pains on one side. I could just picture that egg lodged in my tube, requiring lots more monitoring and further reducing my chances.
I kept picturing losing a tube. Which would be painful and terrifying.
But this way, we just wait for it to resolve itself.
Fuck. But seriously, best case scenario on the Oh, Fuck spectrum.
And speaking of. The nurse, the beautiful Nordic that one I love, said, "Dr. X and I conferred, and we think your fertility prognosis is great. And that once you get your period, you should get right back up on the horse."
Which made me want to crack a joke about it being more of a stud situation, really, and that getting up on the horse had had nothing to do with it.
And then in my mind I considered comparing Nick to a stallion...and made myself giggle. In my mind. It was one of those flutter in your chest kind of almost giggles.
I was so glad we were on the phone and not in person.
But I said nothing out loud, because I just don't know her well enough. I don't want her to think I'm creepy.
You all, on the other hand...I mean, not that I want you to think I'm creepy.
OK, I'm done flogging that horse.
Aaaand now I'm off to have a huge glass of wine. Or five.
I'm not horsing around.