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[molly_o]

So, last week I had to have dye squirted into my uterus to make sure my fallopian tubes are open for traffic (which they are, so yay). My doctor's office is very, very organized (which I love, because I am anal), and they gave me a handout explaining the procedure. Here's the sentence that gave me the willies: "Any cramping you experience during the procedure will end very soon after the instruments have been removed." Oy. Something about that word, *instruments* ... it really wasn't so bad, but it's not something I'd care to repeat.

Meanwhile, I'm still using the fertility monitor, and I stupidly managed to set it so that the window in which I can test my urine runs from 8:15 am to 2:15 pm. You may recall the test requires the first urine of the morning. If I have to get up at 7 (which I've had to, for various reasons, several times this cycle), I can't hold it for an hour -- so I have to pee in a jar and save it, and then dip the test strip in it later on.

This would be awkward enough all by itself, but the jar I grabbed to pee in turned out to be a jelly jar -- one of those ones with cartoon characters on it -- so the very first day I'm doing this, I hear a weird exclamation from upstairs from CGU (a/k/a Robomark), and then he just starts laughing.

"Molly," he calls down,"did you know there's a jar of urine in the bathroom?" I start trying to explain, but he's not even listening. "In fact," he says,"it looks like it's *Pooh's* urine. What is a jar of Pooh's urine doing in our bathroom?"

All I can do is be grateful this is happening during my sabbatical, because if I had to be bringing a jar of urine to work, that would just be more than I could deal with.