What's crazy though is that as a 911 dispatcher we make split-second life-saving decisions. Second guessing ourselves can kill someone. I'm good at my job. Making a job related choice is as simple as breathing. It's second nature.
Deciding where to eat lunch is another story. It's a thousand wonders we don't starve to death each day.
Anyshat, back to my point of this rambling post, I still don't know what to do about my infertility treatment options. I'm leaning towards the Lap. I talked to a friend who had it done and has since had two beautiful babies. Hearing her personal story helped me feel not so scared.
I would love to hear some encouraging stories that hold my hand and blow rainbows and sunshine up my butt and tell me that I shouldn't freak out and the surgery isn't that bad.
On that note, I have yet to venture over to the Trouble TTC board of the bump. I'm active on the TTGP board but I've yet to introduce myself to the 3T board. Through lurking over there, I've learned a whole shat ton of information but that's also what scares me about coming out to those awesome ladies. I feel like such a newbie again as I'm constantly searching the 3T boards posts for knowledge.
To sum up this whole blabbering pointless post, I would like to confess that I am a giant vagina. I'm scared of the surgery. I'm scared of feeling like a dumb hick on 3T. And while I'm admitting things, I may as well tell you I am afraid of the dark.
I'm one giant gaping vadge. Vajayjay. Pussy. (DH says that I say pussy weird. He claims I say it like "poosy"). So I guess I am a Poosy too.
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