Butterflies

Today my mother and I met Sharah at the hospital for her HSG.  We all sat and talked while we waited for her tazer looking buzzing thing to go off signaling it was her turn to head back.  As I watched her walk back, it dawned on me how nervous I was for her.  I mean butterflies in my stomach kind of nervous.

There are so many defining moments in our lives, and the days and months that followed my HSG were definitely defining.  I sat there, and all I could do was wait and hope.  Hope that the magnificant woman who wants nothing more than to have a child, would get answers that she really wants.  My heart twisted as I also hoped that she wouldn’t get any bad news.  Damn I hate unexplained infertility. 

Either way, I waited to post until she wrote about it first.  You can find it here. 

I’m thinking about you Sharah, and hope you get the answers you want soon.  Email me any time, call, you name it.  I’m always available.