AUTHOR: Sara TITLE: Dream Explanations and Reassurance Wanted: Apply Within DATE: 1/13/2005 09:56:00 AM ----- BODY:

Our one-day adventure out of this town was a nice escape. Too bad it didn't last a little longer and I could forget about all that plagues my mind these days. That night in the hotel, I soon discovered trying to sleep in a bed as hard as that one would be a challenge, plus the fact that the husband has a sinus infection and was snoring gloriously next to me. So . . . I laid awake for a long time, read a book, and flipped through a few magazines when sleep finally met me. My dream that erupted shortly thereafter seemed to go on all night and when I awoke, I was speechless and amazed that something so . . . totally bizarre . . . . could even be imagined. My reproductive organs are enemies. Yes, you heard me right. In my dream, they all had distinct personalities and voices, the most 'ironic' part being that each side of my endometrium was like a man's face. (no one I know, thank God, just a random man.) They were cracking jokes to each other, grunting, scratching, watching football, when here comes this perfect, beautiful little girl. She was pink, decked out in a very Gone With the Wind type of flowing dress. She carried an umbrella and she had no mouth with which to speak back to the masculine endometrium. They began heckling her. "Hey! Hey you! You think you are such a pretty little egg, right? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Come on! Lose the umbrella!" The egg looked as if she was going to cry and tried to move her umbrella to cover her eyes but the men kept on going. As she moved down into the uterus, the men finally began laughing hysterically. She moved the umbrella to see what it was that they were laughing at and they smiled these evil, deviant smiles. "The boys are never going to meet you here. They lied to you and said they would take you out for a spin on the town, but they decided to sleep in. " (Laughing uncontrollably) It was then that the little Southern egg became wispy and then simply disappeared, making the men laugh even harder. Is this what happens every month in my body during ovulation? WTF?!?! Lord knows I could never tell Mike about that or he would send me to a shrink. So . . for the remainder of the blog, I would like to ask for your help. When I say 'your', I am talking to those that read my blog. Based on the fact that NO ONE has commented on my escapades lately, I am only assuming that NO ONE is reading it, thus, increasing my already paranoid, low-sense-of-self that truly only comes out of the fact that I am without child. I am following "Galloping Cats" format here, and formulating a questionnaire. 1. Do you read my blog and if so, what do you think? Dull like a used pencil or ?? 2. How did you find me? 3. What are your thoughts on my totally demented dream that I recently had? Explanations, anyone? I need a pick-me-up, so help me out here, ladies. The most recent news on my reproductive front, other than the fact that my parts are starting a gang war, consists of a visit to my OB yesterday when we got back into town. I had my yearly exam. (I figured I would get that overwith just in case I get pregnant. I don't want anyone f-ing with my cervix when I am trying to keep it CLOSED.) When asked about my recent cycles, I described the mind-blowing pain I have been having with each period after my D & C. Upon feeling around, a growth was discovered on my left ovary. Cyst? Polyp? Some other strange thing that has attached to my body that is NOT an embryo? Anyway, there was expressed concern since I have had so much left-side discomfort recently, so I am off to get a pelvic ultrasound. Let's see if I can manage not to punch the tech today when they decide my bladder is not full enough and jabs the wand in more, simultaneously giving me water to drink. A final thought: When I was leaving and they gave me the ultrasound paper with the instructions, it listed all of the types of ultrasounds you can have and they check the right one for your appointment. At the very bottom of the page, there was a listing for "Just for Fun" Ultrasound. For some reason, this made me want to cry. I want the days to arrive, for all of us, that we can see the box checked in the "Just for Fun" ultrasound category. Until then, we can get violated by the "Not-so-Fun" ultrasound.

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