Today is my husband's 34th birthday. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. He's loving, kind, funny, handsome, and does so much for me that my heart just about bursts thinking about it. Every weekend, he gets up early and goes and gets coffee and bagels while I stay in bed. EVERY WEEKEND. He's really the best. Tonight we're going out for all-you-can-eat sushi and then fancy gelato, and this weekend we're going to a beer-fest and then having a barbecue at our place afterwards.
I'm excited because finally when I go to the doctor, they won't think my husband is 3 years younger than me when he's really only 2 years younger. Also, I get all-you-can-eat sushi and it's not even my birthday!
So tomorrow is my MRI. I'm not nervous, other than the fact that there's a 1% chance I might be pregnant and the MRI probably isn't good for that. I don't think I'm pregnant, though, because as far as I can tell I haven't ovulated. I don't understand how that can happen, but there you have it. I haven't had anything that could possibly count as a positive on an ovulation predictor test yet. I don't even know what cycle day I'm on anymore, since it doesn't really seem to matter (I think maybe 19? Yup, it's 19). I have the follow-up with my doctor next week. and then after that I can hopefully get surgery scheduled for early-to-mid November, and the maybe start trying for a baby before the new year. If it all works out and I'm pregnant by December/January, I'll be extremely pregnant when it's over 100 degrees around here, which is the one thing I wanted to avoid, but at this point, if that's the way it's going to work, I'll take it.
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