My Ovaries look like Ovaries! Hurrah!
Blogging. Oh bittersweet hobby.
Being a huge fan of many, many blogsites, I check in daily with my crew. I soak up all the new entries like a sponge. Eager to be informed of the comings & goings. I silently cuss if one of my homies has failed to update her blog in recent days & long for a new entry. I marvel at the dedication of some, in awe of their constant & reliable daily updates. And yet, I let days & days pass in between my own entries. In short, I do not practice what I preach. I want to post words of substance but sometimes, alas, there is nothing new to tell. I wanted to thank you for sticking by me, even though my entries are sparce & sometimes kinda crappy. Thank you for not abandoning me & my mundane moments. Things will get more exciting in the coming weeks. I am counting on it.
I had an ultrasound this week. My IVF doctor wanted to know in advance that my ovaries were not scarred with endo or fiberoids. Add to the equation that I have a Didelphys Uterus. I have a single cervix but my womb is split into 2 seperate cavites. It is quite uncommon. A Didelphys Uterus will often go hand in hand with other organ abnormalities. Commonly, the kidneys may be affected & the ovaries may sit unusually high in the abdomen. This would make stimulated egg retrieval rather difficult. Not exactly textbook stuff. I was a little nervous prior, hoping that my latest ultrasound would not uncover yet another hurdle to clear. I presented myself at the Ultrasound Clinic, clutching my IVF folder, sporting clean underwear & an open mind.
I was pleasantly surprised to find the waiting room empty. I admired the modern decor, made small talk with the efficient receptionist & settled into a giant sofa chair. I then began to notice a huge range of reading material on offer filed all over the walls. Brouchures with titles like "Congratulations on your new Pregnancy!" "Collect your Mummy-to-Be-Bag" & "Your 12 week Scan. Common Q & A"
Suddenly, I was reminded that I was an Infertile in a shiny, fast paced, Fertile world. But of course, this was a clinic for Women's Ultrasounds. The very place that expectant mothers came in gangs to evaluate their pregnancies. At that moment, a lady entered the waiting room. She was pregnant. She had her blonde toddler & mother in tow. Blessed was she. Already the proud parent of one bitty child & now expecting another. Grandma came for support & no doubt to entertain the toddler while the new pregnancy progress was monitored. She was closley followed by another young woman. She was alone but looking radiant with her vast pregnant belly in the lead. The onslaught continued. Mere moments later a hip couple tumbled through the doors. They were young & clearly new at this gig. She was very slight. He was broad shouldered & sporting an earring & white joggers. While they waited at the counter she turned to him & placed her hands on her almost flat stomach. "I am wearing my leggings to work tomorrow & Friday" she moaned loudly "I don't care who notices on Monday! I can't hide this stomach any longer & my normal jeans are getting sooo tight! I just can't wear them anymore " Her eyes scanned the room for an audience and she stuck out her belly animatedly. I hugged my IVF folder tighter to my chest & flashed her a clenched grin before lowering my gaze. I fiercely concentrated on my scuffed shoes & the patterned carpet. Half her luck, I thought. On Monday she can tell her work friends that she is indeed pregnant & not just getting fatter.
Mercifully, my name was called & I weaved my way through the sea of fertility. The lady doing my ultrasound was an angel. She ushered me in & introduced the trans-vaginal wand. It was waiting. Condomed & lubricated. She began to explain how this internal ultrasound would work & suggested I undress & relax. I ripped my pants down like a seasoned pro & climbed aboard the paper-towelled bed. I assured her that I'd been in the presence of more trans-vaginal wands than she could ever dream of & positioned my socked feet expertly. Easy access was in both our best interests. We chitted & chatted. She asked tactful questions about my infertilty journey while sighing & shaking her head sympathetically. A real shame, she agreed.
She found my ovaries easily. "How do they look?" I asked with my arms folded up behind my head. "They are positioned normally & they look like, well...... ovaries" she said. "Yep, just like ovaries"
"Ripper" I whispered in relief. There were lots of nice follicles present, too. Measurements were taken from both left & right.
At last! I had a part of my reproductive system that looked normal! The ultrasound finished with a pat on the leg by the technician and a comforting declaration of "That's about it, my dear"
"Thanks for your sensitivity" I told her & grabbed a handful of tissues before getting dressed. Back in the waiting room, I paid my bill while standing next to the moaning soon-to-be-legging-wearing-woman & her sneakered partner.
I cast an eye over her slim tummy & perfectly fitting jeans.
Skinny Girl, I thought to myself..... you may be with child, but my ovaries are prettier than yours.
It was the best $235.00 I ever spent.
In addition, I want to thank Bugsy for "tagging" me. Just as soon as I work out what the hell that means, I will get working on it! I also wondered if anyone could tell me how to start a blogroll? I want to add you girls to my site, but have no clue how to go about it.
Thank you & smooches all round.