Finally...an answer!

I made it through my surgeries. Not nearly as bad as I had thought. The worst part was having the IV put in because the nurses couldn't find a good spot (I have petite veins...the ONLY part of my body ever described as petite!) They had to stick me in 3 different spots, one spot multiple times, before they got it going. Now here's the big news...the BEST part is that they actually found something! I never thought I'd be happy about having endometriosis, but it's better to have some sort of concrete reason why we haven't been getting pregnant. They were able to "take care of it" right on the spot. They said it was just a small amount, but still...I'm hanging my hopes on that. I'm confident that now we'll be OK.

As for the rest of the experience...waking up from the actual procedure was scary, but they brought my husband into the room immediately, so he was the first person I saw. That kept me from freaking out. The anxious waiting was hard because they had an emergency surgery early that morning plus had somebody scheduled before me. I was scheduled at 9:30 and didn't actually get into the operating room until nearly 2:00. It might have even been after that. All I know is we waited forever with nerves mounting, and I know it was 4:00 when I came out of my stupor in the operating room.

Today, I feel extremely bloated...like a constant menstrual cramp. I have 3 incisions in my belly...one in the actual belly button and one to each side where I assume my ovaries are. Those are the from the laproscopic exam. Then, from the hysteroscopy, I think the only side effect I'm having from that is that my period is gone....not a bad deal there! When I went in, I was just starting my period. Very light bleeding. I had a lot of blood when I first went to the bathroom after the surgery, but since I have nad none. I wonder if when they eliminated the endometriosis, they ended up clearing my uterus of all the other yuck too, which would get me out of a period this month.

Now that I have an actual diagnosis, I feel somewhat more comfortable discussing the situation with my parents, my husband's family etc. I can't bring myself to actually pick up the phone because I don't want anybody to worry about me during the recovery. I've felt amazingly well. It's uncomfortable to get up and down from the couch/chair/bed, and I'm moving pretty slow, but it's more annoying than actually painful. I've been able to just take ibuprophen instead of the prescription meds this whole time which was one of the things I was worried about. All in all, maybe there is some merit to this positive thinking stuff after all!