The second day of my second period with my newly disease-free ladyparts.
I do have to say that any twinge that I feel makes me worry that the endo is growing back. Any minor cramp (and trust me, they have been QUITE minor in comparison to what I had to endure pre-surgery) makes me stop and think, "Now, was that really bad or am I just overreacting?"
I overreact, every time.
I wish that I could trust my body again.
Before my period started yesterday I kept on repeating, "It's okay if you get your period, it really is."
Even though it wasn't.
I'm tired of looking at every one's cute kids on their Christmas cards. I wouldn't send my friends pictures of my empty uterus! I know that they aren't flaunting their fertility. Heck, if I had kids now their cute faces would be plastered everywhere.
If I had kids I wouldn't be blogging right now, but that is besides the point.
We had our Christmas concert dress rehearsal this morning. I almost cried when the little kindergarten kids did their version of "Away in a Manger." I even commented to the librarian that I wanted to put one of them in my purse.
An infertile woman surrounded by little children all day long is sometimes not healthy.
To top it off I sat beside the VERY pregnant grade two teacher. She was telling me all about how she loves to watch her belly at night.
Have I mentioned that she got pregnant by accident????
Only two sleeps until Christmas vacation.
There's hope, right?