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I was going to write about how I completely funked doing anything useful today. I should have called the Sperm Guy again and I left a weak message for my OB saying that unless he has a better idea I guess we should rustle up an RE referral. I completely forgot to remind him that we needed to schedule an Hsg for me. I didn't mention this in the last entry, but I did ask my OB at my appointment last week whether I should be concerned about scarring after four D&Cs. He said that from what he could tell while performing the last D&C everything looked, excuse me, FELT fine. In fact, he said that he couldn't have told that I have had three prior D&Cs done. I simpered modestly until I realized how sick it all was. He went on to add that we should definitely check things out though, so Hsg Ho! I think he was just so relieved to be on solid ground with me, Hsg stuff rather than chromosomes, that he would have agreed to anything.

Anyway, I was going to write about that, but I am now all fluttery because I just booked a flight to San Francisco for next weekend (uh, next weekend after this one.) Steve spent three hours tonight plowing our driveway (we have apparently gotten about a foot and a half of snow in the past 24 hours, who knew) and eventually made it down to the mailbox and back again. At 10 tonight I received a soggy invitation to my maid-of-honor, childhood-junior high-high school best friend's baby shower, and by 10:30 I had booked my flight. This sounds like an I-wouldn't-miss-it -for-the-world story, but it is more complicated than that. I will admit freely to you that if Carrie lived in Indiana I would send a thoughtful gift and my regrets but I LOVE San Francisco. I love it so much I want to crush the whole city into powder and sprinkle it with cinnamon on my toast. I am going to fly out on Friday morning and get a really nice hotel room and moon about and read and drink wine and eat wonderful things non-stop. Did I mention that Steve and Patrick will be staying home? C'est la...

Patrick and I spent a ridiculous 30 minutes this afternoon with the video camera. If I have the chance I will try to put up a snippet of me singing and Patrick telling me where to cram it. Maybe you had to be here, but I think it is amusing.