That was a little traumatic

I have been poked and prodded for three days straight.  I had an annual exam Tuesday and my ob-gyn's awesome staff was able to get me in for a mammogram the next day.  Plus, the donor embryo program we are working with sent an order to my RE's office for a saline ultrasound and they worked me in for that today.  All we have left is the therapy appointment next week.  Then, unless one of these tests come back abnormal, we are ready to match!  They say matching will happen within 6 months but from what I've seen it only takes a couple weeks.  Ours could take longer since we are looking for a mixed race embryo but I'm still hopeful the process will go quickly & we can start the new year pregnant.
As far as the testing this week goes the saline study was easily the most painful but the mammogram was definitely the most traumatic.  I didn't think anything of it when we scheduled it, I was even fine on the drive there but once I got there I realized it was a HUGE mistake not to ask hubby to come with me.  I haven't been back in this diagnostic center since the morning of last years surgery, they did my wire localization.  A wire localization is a procedure where they clamp your breast into a mammogram machine, numb it, and stick what felt like a pipe cleaner into your breast, using the mammogram images to guide the wire into the tumor.  This wire is used during the surgery to help guide the surgeon to the tumor.  Given why I was having this surgery I thought it was a good idea but it was unbelievably painful, I cried the whole way thru it.  Needless to say walking in there again didn't exactly give me the warm and fuzzies...  I had a quiet little panic attack in the waiting room filling out forms.  They got a little better with some text distractions from loved ones but still not my finest hour.  I was really hoping to come out of the mammogram not needing an ultrasound to get a better look at something (I've never not had to have an ultrasound before so I was looking forward to it) but this isn't how it went down.  The ultrasound tech had zero personality and wouldn't tell me what she was looking at.  I know from all my rounds of IUI what it looks like when an ultrasound tech is measuring something and this chick was measuring all kinds of stuff, on both sides!  She spent what felt like an hour but was probably more like 20 minutes ultra sounding my breasts and then just disappeared to talk to the radiologist while I sat there and waited, convinced I was dying.  She came back and explained I have two cysts and that they want me to come back in 6 months for another look but that I was fine.  They hand you a form when you leave that has four boxes on it 1) nothing/clear 2) probably benign 3) suspicious 4) catastrophe. I always end up in the #3 box and I was really hoping to hit the first box this time but instead I'm in the second box which is still improvement so ill take it.
But in 6 months, hubby is coming with me when I go back.