Bring It On

That's what I said to the RE at my CD3 appointment this morning when he asked if I was ready for the internal ultrasound. While he is a funny guy, this made him laugh. Apparently I'm the first patient to say that to him in this context.

I also had some blood work for CD3 hormones, thyroid, and something else done since that hadn't been updated in a year or so. Go back for a check next Monday and will get those results and an answer on whether my insurance will cover a laproscopic look-see. (Note that I really don't feel the need to have such a thing done, as we are open to in-vitro but it's good to know if it will be covered or not. Probably not thanks to more sucky than we realized insurance.)

So, another round. I'm doing my very best to stay in the moment and not look ahead. No sense in anticipating failure.

It would be easier if I could just stop my brain from pondering possible names while I'm driving or otherwise have brain cells left idle. It's a bad habit. A hopeful habit, but at the same time a reminder that conjecture does not a baby make.