Crummy Crohn's

I had to leave work early today because of a Crohn's "flare-up." Not fun at all. AF is over and now I have more stomach pain thanks to crummy Crohn's. I'm honestly terrified that I even have Crohn's Disease. I'm on the hunt for a new GI doctor because I'm not happy with the one that I have. As of right now, I'm not on any medication that treats Crohn's. Which I find very odd. He took me off the Lialda and put me on a simple stomach spasm medication. Which has been helping. But now I'm having all these problems and pain and it worries the hell out of me. Two of my cousins have Crohn's as well. And one of them was recently hospitalized for it! So scary! It's like Crohn's is the (sarcastic) cherry on top of my infertile cake. It makes me so mad. I think especially because after my colonoscopy the dr said it didn't look like I had Crohn's. Then a month and half later I get a letter (not a phone call!) that I had Crohn's disease. Very frustrating.

In other news, unrelated to the bottom half of my body, my heart is with Japan and Hawaii today. I feel horrible for Japan and I was so scared for Hawaii. Thankfully, the people I know from Hawaii are all ok. It reminded me of when I lived there and we would pass all the the tsunami warning sirens. Scary. Really scary. I thankfully, never heard them go off...

Unfortunately, with me feeling so sick today we couldn't go to my hubby's cousin's play. Bummer. But I am hoping I wake up feeling so much better so we can go ahead with our date night tomorrow!

My husband works for a company that installs certain things in peoples homes. Like how I went around that without giving the name of the company away? :) Well, today he happened to end up at the house of the sister of a guy we went to school with. Somehow, they got talking about being married and having kids. Turns out she is pregnant with triplets! And she and her husband struggled with infertility for five years! My husband said she was so unbelievably sweet about it. Saying that if I ever needed to talk, to get a hold of her. That she knows exactly how hard this all is. Turns out she goes (or did go, past tense!) to the same clinic as me. Not that I love hearing about ANOTHER woman having had trouble like this, but it makes my a heart swell up huge at the hand she reached out to me. It's kind of like this war we fight and we are all soldiers trying to fight off the same bad guy. Feels like a sisterhood or something...

And I've always wanted sisters :)