The last box I needed to check to guarantee IVF in Vegas wouldn’t be cancelled was a sonohystogram. I explained it to Blue and told him I would appreciate if he came. I’ve been feeling really alone and I wanted him to be more involved in all of the IVF stuff this time around.
I started to feel really sad when we were sitting in the lobby because it doesn’t seem fair that this is the third sonogram he’s seen and most males never see one until they’re looking at their child.
Then I started crying because I saw a child sized chair. Luckily this was crocodile tears rather than the sobbing I’ve been doing lately.
Finally we got called in and when I was sitting bottomless on the table Blue looked at me questioningly and asked “so they’re going to put water in your vagina?” I’m still laughing just thinking about it! I try so hard to explain this stuff to him but it never seems to sink in.
The procedure started and I made jokes with the doctor and ultrasound tech because I didn’t have any other choice. If I didn’t laugh I’d cry, so I chose to laugh. The procedure went fine, no polyps or fibroids.
On the way home I cried and Blue looked confused. Finally he said, “but I thought you were feeling better. You laughed with the doctor.”
I guess we’ll never completely understand each other….