So. I made an appointment to get my IUD removed. The first available appointment is not for two weeks and it's with the OB that I like the absolute least, but it's the best I can do. It's a bit weird to wait for years to make this decision, finally screw up the courage to call for an appointment, and have to wait so long, but hey. I'll take it. Keeping my fingers crossed that this will be an easier journey than the last one, that I will be able to accept whatever happens, and that I will be content in my family no matter if it grows or stays the same beautiful size it is now. I'm not thinking of this as TTC. It just is what it is.
I imagine I'll probably be writing here again, since this is my most anonymous place and this is not news I feel like sharing with people I know IRL. I have multiple friends and even my sister who are going through infertility and who actively want to get pregnant. I don't feel I am in that same place. And if we don't get pregnant, I don't want it to be a big deal. So. Here I am again. Hopefully blogging will bring me some clarity and peace.
P.S. The OB I will see is the one who delivered my kids, who showed up to work after I had already stopped pushing and stepped in just for the c-section. So maybe there is some sort of meaning there ... maybe he just shows up for the extremely important moments?