The waiting game...

So the week has finally come (not that I'm counting down or anything) to get my pesky septum removed. It was nine months ago (ironic much) that I found out that I had this lovely defect. Funny thing is my sister E is also due (as of last Saturday) to have her baby. So we are both waiting, patiently. Her last two babies have each been a week late, so we'll probably be in the hospital at the same time. Except she gets to come home with a baby and I get to come home with nothing. The general concensus is that with the septum out I will get pg right away, but I've been through too much to put much stock in this. I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist plagued by bad luck. Here's to the week going by quickly...