Tomorrow I have to get up at 6am and I don’t even get paid for it. I know, I’m spoiled with never having to be up before 8 or 9 but I make up for it with late hours. So hubby and I have to leave the house by 6:30 to go to town and be at the hospital for 7:30 and wait around for I dunno how long…cant be more than 1.5 hours because they only do the HSG from 8-9  am. Yep, that’s right folks, it’s dye up that uterus day! From there we have a 9:45 scan my innards (but at least I don’t need a full bladder), his 10:00 with the plastic couch, a bunch of really old and dirty porno mags and a cup. All to be finished up with a romantic stabbing for two. He only needs the chromosomal labs, but I have to be completely drained of blood to fill the thousand vials they will need. And we all know my LOVE of needles. Lets just hope that I don’t a) cry like a sissy, b) have a panic attack, or c) punch someone. I suppose there is option d) pass out, but more than likely if I did it would be after. 

Doesn’t that sound like a delightful morning? Then I have to rush home and play volunteer parent to Monster’s preschool christmas party (and ignore the lovely cramping post HSG) then take an over sugared 3 yr old home for fake Christmas. If I’m lucky there will be a nap in there (for me too, I’ll be tired). 

So I may be getting shot up with dye, scanned and stabbed, but at least I get presents after (and spiral ham…drool).

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