Day 11: The freakout you ordered has arrived.

So far I've done a pretty good job of staying sane, but today the long-delayed freakout arrived. Friday my endometrium measured 7.9 — not bad. Sunday it measured 7.3 mm. I'm not a doctor, but, um, I'm pretty sure it should be going in the opposite direction.

Sanity's all well and good, but I confess I'm not entirely unhappy to find a peg to hang my free-floating anxiety on at last.

Update: Got e-mail from my doctor: "Don't freak out. All is well." I'm almost disappointed. Now I'll have to find something else to be worried about. Is my work here never done?

Posted by Julie at 03:04:57 PM in Notes from astride the stirrups

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Day 11: The freakout you ordered has arrived.

So far I've done a pretty good job of staying sane, but today the long-delayed freakout arrived. Friday my endometrium measured 7.9 — not bad. Sunday it measured 7.3 mm. I'm not a doctor, but, um, I'm pretty sure it should be going in the opposite direction.

Sanity's all well and good, but I confess I'm not entirely unhappy to find a peg to hang my free-floating anxiety on at last.

Update: Got e-mail from my doctor: "Don't freak out. All is well." I'm almost disappointed. Now I'll have to find something else to be worried about. Is my work here never done?