Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The ultrasound
The verdict of the ultrasound is Leiomyoma. The holidays will leave me hanging on the next step until next week. Stay tuned...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Dis-Enchanted Uterus
I am thinking of changing the name of my blog. Thoughts? A good friend of mine got divorced after her husband came home and told her that he was "disenchanted" with marriage. Being the good friend I am I asked her if she told him she too was "disenchanted" with marriage after she had to clean up his dirty underware. I take the term disenchanted VERY seriously! You may think I am kidding about the name change, but sit back while I offer you a tale to assure you as to why I am not even joking...
Most ladies dread their annual "girlie" check-up. I however am calloused having spent the majority of the last 2 years visiting the stir-ups at least 3 times per month. I even had the script runnig in my head: I want off my anti-depressants, how do I wean off them? What do you hear about Letrizole for helping with implantation of the embroyo?
I would like to thank the medical professional that totally shot my day to shit yesterday. Just kidding, sort of.
First off she noted our unsuccessful attempts at conceiving and mentioned that since I am 36 I should "bite the bullet" and pay for invitro. She proceeded to tell me they have come far with what they can do AND they guarantee a pregnancy within 3 attempts. First of all that hurt. I am aware of my age. I am also aware that we do not have an extra $20 grand lying around or we would have done invitro long ago and spared ourselves the torture we have endured for the last 2 years. Secondly I now know I cannot get off the anti-depressants since my lack of bearing a child is what caused me to start them in the first place. This became clear last night when at dinner discussing invitro with Clint at dinner last night I broke into tears.
This is not the worst part, that is still forth coming. Yes it does get worse....
During the exam she asks if I had been told I have a large uterus. **smile** (thinking: big ass, yes ~ big uterus, no) When I answer no she decides it will then be necessary to look and see what is going on via ultra-sound. Nothing new for me. **not smiling any longer** However when she can't see my uterus becuase of what she assumes is a fibroid, that is new. Whatever it is measures 5 cm. and I realize it is only about 2 inches round, but since it renders her unable to see my uterus, I now get a trip to the hospital to their bigger ultra sound machiene. If that doesn't work, I get an MRI. Good times!
The result of this situation last time was surgery. Merry Friggin' Christmas!
Most ladies dread their annual "girlie" check-up. I however am calloused having spent the majority of the last 2 years visiting the stir-ups at least 3 times per month. I even had the script runnig in my head: I want off my anti-depressants, how do I wean off them? What do you hear about Letrizole for helping with implantation of the embroyo?
I would like to thank the medical professional that totally shot my day to shit yesterday. Just kidding, sort of.
First off she noted our unsuccessful attempts at conceiving and mentioned that since I am 36 I should "bite the bullet" and pay for invitro. She proceeded to tell me they have come far with what they can do AND they guarantee a pregnancy within 3 attempts. First of all that hurt. I am aware of my age. I am also aware that we do not have an extra $20 grand lying around or we would have done invitro long ago and spared ourselves the torture we have endured for the last 2 years. Secondly I now know I cannot get off the anti-depressants since my lack of bearing a child is what caused me to start them in the first place. This became clear last night when at dinner discussing invitro with Clint at dinner last night I broke into tears.
This is not the worst part, that is still forth coming. Yes it does get worse....
During the exam she asks if I had been told I have a large uterus. **smile** (thinking: big ass, yes ~ big uterus, no) When I answer no she decides it will then be necessary to look and see what is going on via ultra-sound. Nothing new for me. **not smiling any longer** However when she can't see my uterus becuase of what she assumes is a fibroid, that is new. Whatever it is measures 5 cm. and I realize it is only about 2 inches round, but since it renders her unable to see my uterus, I now get a trip to the hospital to their bigger ultra sound machiene. If that doesn't work, I get an MRI. Good times!
The result of this situation last time was surgery. Merry Friggin' Christmas!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
What I need in a man
My dad always said he would only approve a guy for his girls that could "pack a wheel bearing". Thank goodness I found one. I am not sure I would be able to be happy with a man who couldn't fix stuff! My man even fixes dishwashers. Yeah for me!
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