Morning girls. I'm nervous today. I know it's supposedly not a big deal, but the idea of a metal anything going through my cervix is creeping me out. I didn't cramp with the HSG so I'm hoping I won't cramp with the biopsy.

Mini-rant. I don't think Juan is coming with me and I kind of wish he would. Is it lame that I don't think I should have to tell him he should come with me? He kept asking me "Do you want me to go with you" and I felt like he was putting it on my shoulders, like he would be doing me a favor. I wanted him to say "I want to be there with you" or something emotional and girly like that. I know guys think differently, but I was just kinda not happy that he needed me to say if he should go or not. Oh well.

Betsy - I don't mind being la guera. I've been called that by almost all the people he knows, and he even calls me his guerita. Thanks for being proud of me It was definitely not something I was super interested in doing, thus I drug my feet for a year.

Heidi, have fun shopping! If this biopsy doesn't suck too much, the hospital is right by the mall and I may stop in for a few. I figure metal scraping wire up hoo-ha = at least one pair of shoes!

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