Well, I was proven correct. I was unable to get an appointment to have my tubes checked AGAIN this month. I did kind of expect it, as it would be need to be done over the Christmas break (well 24th-ish). I asked the receptionist at the clinic, how many times would I need to call before I could get an appointment. It turns out that they only do the scan twice a week, Wednesdays and Fridays, so it's just pot luck. Sooooo, rats! Apparently I would have a better chance of getting an appointment if I tried in a city 3 hours away. Thus my plan is to hope and pray that I can get one in January otherwise I shall ask Dr FuFu to send a referral to PN and I shall PAY to have it done there. I'm 39 and 2 months. If I don't find out sooner rather than later, and we need IVF, then I could be 40 and then it's too late.
Fortunately God prepared me for this moment by directing me to blogs last night that involved women with families who had lost their husbands. Which was a lovely (terribly sad too of course) reminder that even when you have what looks like the 'perfect' family, the 'perfect' life tragedy can strike at any time, and in reality, yes infertility is tough, but there are so so many more people out there doing it tougher than I am. And then today I just caught a bit of 'The Biggest Loser' and on there was a lady who lost her husband, son AND daughter all in a vehicle accident. Her happy, perfect family, gone! I mean, that has got to be SO much tougher than infertility (in my eyes anyway, and it's my view of the world that counts for me, isn't it).
So yes, I don't have a baby or child, and yes, I can not get an appointment to even have my fertility checked, but I do have a loving partner, and my parents, and my sister, and her children, and good friends, so I don't have it so bad, really!