Infertility and the Busted Window

It has been a few days since I had time, or let's be honest the desire, to sit down and blog but I think now is a good time to catch up.

My car has been out of commision for the last 3 days, sitting in my garage just screaming for me to drive it. But, alas, I couldn't because the back window was busted out of it. Probably one of the weirdest things that has ever happened, well to me anyways. I was at my ex's store picking up something and the kids were out in the car. There was this young jackass, I mean young man, mowing his yard about 5 parking spaces from where I was. Inside the store, we heard tapping on the windows up front and a loud noise like a car backfire. Then the kids came running into the store and yelled "Mom, your window is broke!" Turns out that little shit, I mean boy, had run over a bunch of rocks and since he was blowing the grass towards the parking lot, he threw the rocks all up over my car. It busted out my back passenger side window and put several little dents on the passenger side of the car. I just cried. That's all I could do. The madness and sadness, and PMS, all in one just did me in this time. So for the last 3 days I have been tooling around in my dad's 1985 Mercedes Benz. Do not get me wrong, it is a sweet ride but it has NO AIR CONDITIONING, which is kind of a must when it is 800 degrees outside. The Expedition window got fixed today though so it is ready to roll again. Nice and cool...

On a different note, although it is somewhat like a car body shop when you are all jacked up with your feet in the stirups, I went to the OBGYN the other day re: my infertility. He is going to do a test to make sure that my fallopian tubes are patent, after having the tubal reversal there is a chance that they could have scar tissue buildup. So, that test sounds real fun. The good thing about it is they put in an IV and give me some good stuff to help relax me-yeah! They have to put me in the usual nondignified position with the standard stirups of course. Then they have to thread a tiny catheter into my cervix (this is sounding fun already isn't it?), which they say will cause some cramping. In laymans terms, that means you will feel like they are pulling your insides out with vice grips. After the threading of the catheter, then they have to "force" (I mean, what does that even mean?) contrast dye into your cervix and then by X-ray watch as it spills into your uterus and hopefully through your tubes and out into your abdominal cavity. No really, I swear this is the procedure, I could not make this shit up. So then I possibly get my hopes trashed when he tells me my tubes are blocked. Or they could be patent and then we get to start clomid. Which is a whole other blog where I can tell you how that effects your ovaries and you end up with 4 babies at once. Infertility is a bitch!

I really just realized that my blog doesn't really have a point, like I don't think of what subject I want to blog on, I just write random stuff. Does that make it less of a blog? Or does it then fall into another catagory that isn't blog? HMMM.....