Okay ladies, I need to vent this will probably be long so if you don't want to read it I totally understand. I just have had one of those days where it feels like the universe hates me.
I had to have a pap and culposcopy today. The doc found an area that he wasn't happy with and had to take a biopsy. No pain killers just snip. It has to be sent out to be analyzed. If the results are poor then I have to have a LEEP scheduled.
Then I find out that my doc is getting sent off island for the summer and will come back just in time to transfer. This is the only doc that I have felt one hundred percent comfortable with since we lost Damien.
So I get dressed and ask about a chit to be at home for the day. Hospital policy is that you can go back to work after a "simple biopsy" that doesn't require any kind of sedation. (He did tell me that the medical office next to mine doesn't have these constraints). I realize that I forgot to ask how long before we can expect results. When I went to the front desk instantly I felt like I was kicked in the gut. The only doc at the desk was the one of the two involved in my son's death.
So, I go back to work and take my transfer paperwork to the medical office next to mine. The chief writes (basically) a permission slip for me to go home for the rest of the day. Then the universe knocks me down one more time. I cannot take my pregnancy test to allow my transfer until August 19. That means I cannot be pregnant enough for it to show on a HPT until after that day. So, no more June/July TTC. Now I have to wait until August. On top of all of this, one of my old coworkers stopped by with his little boy today. This wouldn't normally be so bad, it is just that Coe is two weeks older than Damien should be.
If you have made it to the end of this, thank you. I just needed to whine to people that (unfortunately) understand.