Because I Really Will Blog About Anything...

Endometrial ablasion. Those words meant nothing to me until 11am this morning. I'm going to have one in 4 weeks. What does this mean? It means that my uterus -- the same uterus that carried and competently nurtured both of my children -- has turned against me. I have polyps and massive thickening and other things that simply can't stay there. So on Feb. 2, my doctor will perform a number of procedures while I'm knocked out, effectively burning away the problems.

The funny thing about this is that I'm a bit upset by the thought of being infertile. Infertile and most likely lacking periods. Did the word biopsy bother me? No, not really. But the fact that my body will stop functioning the way it's functioned for the past 20 years... That gets me! Do we want more kids? No. Jeff had that taken care of after we had Mike. But still, somehow the idea of the permanence of this bothers me. Or maybe it's just another proof that I'm not 20 any more. That I'm marching toward older and not younger.

I'm very blessed. I was a very young mom the first time. And an average young mom the second time. (18 and 28.) I have a girl and a boy, both of whom are happy, healthy, great kids.

Finishing a chapter.... and it's a damn good book!