I was expecting an easy appointment, after all my tubes were clear just six months ago.
Now not one but both tubes were totally and completely blocked.
The nurse hugged me and said they’ll call me tomorrow to discuss next steps.
I sat in my car and cried. The ugly wheezy snotty kind of cry.
I mumbled a few profanities, called my husband, and drove myself home in a daze.
Denial with a splash of avoidance is my cocktail of choice this evening. Drink up my friends, we still have until that phone call tomorrow to bask in our ignorance!