Morning of surgery: I wake up. I’ve thought of this day for months since “tentatively scheduling” surgery, while hoping that I wouldn’t need to have it if we got pregnant before May 17th. But surgery day arrived, and still- no bump. Was it time? Yes. It had been nearly one year since we conceived for the second time. We were moving in 2 months, and I was ready to do SOMETHING to help our chances of having a family some day. That morning, I felt mostly at peace. Part of me was so excited that having answers was only a few hours away. Part of me was nervous about anesthesia, catheters…