I feel better today.
Partly because I talked to my new life coach this morning. (Yes, I now have a life coach. She came highly recommended by two friends, and I do think it's a good idea to be in some kind of therapy while I'm going through this process.)
And partly because I talked to my doctor.
In a week or so, I have to have a procedure to see if I have a polyp in my uterus. If I do, I'll have to have a little surgery to have it removed. And then, after Christmas -- after my trip to Barcelona -- I'll come back and dive into IVF.
My doctor talked me through two possible protocols, and I understood exactly nothing about either of them, but basically it's a lot of shots and a lot of drugs, then a minor surgery, then a few days of waiting, then another little procedure, and then I'll either be pregnant or I won't.
Regardless, just having the conversation helped me move on from the sadness of the weekend, and start looking toward what's next.
It also helped that when I told my doctor I was going to Barcelona she got downright giddy.
It was kind of adorable.
For some reason, it's comforting to know your smart, serious, focused doctor can be adorable.
Also, thanks for all the fantastic TNG-related comments today.
Ultimately, I think I kinda land with Heather, who wrote: "He's a guy who would call a stranger beautiful and ask for a phone number. You really think this blog is the thing that's going to make him run?"