Krista ... I am so sorry. How devastating. Moving onto IVF is no simple matter, but if that is what happens, there are lots of folks on here who can hold your hand (so to speak).
Welcome, Mrs. P ... this is the right place to be! Sounds like you're right on track to hit the ground running in March. Sorry to mix my metaphors.
Library ... Glad the u/s went well! Your childcare plans sound great. DD hasn't been in care at all either, which means huge savings both financially and emotionally for all involved. DP is with her on one or two of her days off, and then she's with my sister or my mom for another couple of days. We're so thankful for the help. It's standard to pay caregivers $15 an hour here, so it really would cut into our income enormously. But then we also have a year's paid mat leave, so I was with her for that first year anyway. We actually have paid medical mat leave too, so it meant that I was off with 65% of my income for 61 weeks. I had to get off the ambulance at 28 weeks (not allowed to work past 30 on the ambulance), and she was born at 37 weeks, and so I was off that whole time. Canada rocks for mat leave.
Speculums ... wow, who knew it was such a complex choice? My experience with them, outside of a "Pleased To Be At Your Cervix" party in my twenties, is strictly doc's office, where it's more "lie back and think of England" than anything else.
ez ... what a roller coaster, hon! Keep us posted!
chiquitayy ... Yay for being in like! That's a great way to start being in love! I'm all for vicarious dating. DD and I were at the pool the other day and this totally hot butch dyke came in to change after being at the gym upstairs (let me preface this by saying that we live in a queer neighbourhood). My sister (also a dyke, and also a femme) is painfully single after several messy relationships, so I'm always on the lookout for her. I texted her to ask if she wanted me to hit up said hot butch for a blind date, but she didn't get back to me before said butch swaggered out, having slung on her well worn jeans over her boxer shorts, and put her lean, lanky self into what looked like a hand knit sweater. I worried that maybe her femme knit the sweater and that she wasn't single, but I would've asked her out on behalf of my sister anyway. I have pre-permission for next time. Nothing like a dumpy, soaking wet mama with a toddler wanting to nurse asking you out on behalf of an un-seen sister. Hot. Yeah, baby.