We've been having issues with unexplained infertility over the past couple of years. We spent a year being tested for everything under the sun, but nope... nothing is wrong. Heck, we can even get pregnant, I just can't stay pregnant. The only other variable has been the stress in my life... if work stress is bad enough to give me vomiting, cramping, migraines, whole-body hives, and a host of other lovely symptoms that I can't mention in polite company, then it is probably bad for fertility. Well, "probably" is an understatement... systemic inflammation is bad for a wee zygote.
Infertility has been the most painful thing I've ever dealt with, but after 2 years of a lot of emotional healing and an amazingly supportive husband, I've come to a much better place about it. And getting a puppy has definitely helped, I have somewhere to focus all my maternal energy, and she just drinks it up.
Nothing heals a heart like love!
In any case, I haven't gotten pregnant past 4 weeks in the past year, and had begun bleeding with every panic attack, so I went in for yet another round of tests. I have polyps now... just barely big enough to cause problems with fertility. Never would have known without the odd spotting, so it seems anxiety might have been a blessing in disguise.
So... after I've waited two gruelingly long months for the surgery, these polyps are getting cut the heck out.
I've never been under anesthesia... wish me luck! The surgeon has promised to tell my husband anything odd I say while I'm out of it, so here's hoping I say something either hilarious or profound. Or both.
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