Ohmigosh!? And also... an update.

I logged into blogger the other day for the first time in a while, and HOLY HELL I have all these new comments! Thank you, LFCA! So if any of you out there are still reading, I just want to say how grateful I am to you for reading, and for congratulating me, and for generally being awesome. Maybe it's the hormones, but I'm feeling a bit verklempt. What would I do without knowing that there exists this amazing army of women in a very similar boat as me, powering thru as proudly and earnestly as they can, at the same time giving me strength thru their struggles? Does that make any sense? If not, cut me some slack because HORMONES. 


On the pregnancy front... today marks the beginning of week 10. WEEK TEN—we're in the double digits, folks! And yet I still have moments where this hasn't quite sunken in yet. According to the experts, my babee is a little over an inch long, the size of a kumquat, and is starting to grow fingernails. At least, that's what today's ultrasound showed. 


Speaking of ultrasounds... there's nothing like seeing that little being actually moving around, heart beating strongly, making himself at home. But afterwards, when the doc prints out the picture? All I see is fuzz. I've had 4 of them now, and each one is like a new rorshach test waiting to be decoded. I show my sister and mother the pics, and they kinda scratch their heads, nod, and politely offer a little "Ahhh...Mmm-hmm". A definite "you had to be there" moment.  


Case in point: Ultrasound #2. It sorta looks baby-ish, if you squint and rotate your head 10 degrees. But when I go back and look at it, I'm just reminded of a certain 80s video game. 

I'm thinking I shouldn't have played so much Attari in my youth. 

THOSE are my ovaries?

I saw my ovaries today on an ultrasound.

For a woman like me, trying reallllly hard to concieve, visiting the ultrasound wing of a hospital can be a crappy thing to do. Picture giddyily plump mothers-to-be holding hands with attentive husbands in a waiting room filled with Parents and Fit Pregnancy magazines. Then there's me, feeling like a square peg in a big 'ole round hole. (Thank God for the crumpled up old issue of People at the bottom of the magazine pile). But, it had to be done. My acupuncturist and gyno thought it a good idea to check in on some old fibroids to see how they were doing. Bummer for me, the only way to do that is thru ultrasound.

I won't go into the details.... (cold, gooey gel; big fat penis-shaped "wand")... but the good news was my 2 fibroids are now just one, and a very small one at that (only 1 mm... very insignificant). Pheeww! Of course, the technician scared the shit out of me when she moved the wand over to the left side of my abdomen, and began measuring this huge, round orb on the screen. "What's that?" I nervously asked. "It's a cyst," she said. Whaaaat?!? Forget the fibroids, now I have to worry about cysts?! Oh, Christ. "When do you usually ovulate?" She asked. I told her I'm an "early ovulator" and that I had tested positive for ovulation on my pee-pee stick yesterday (cd 8). "Oh, it's just an ovulation cyst. That's your egg getting ready to come out." After my stomach untwisted itself and my heartrate returned to normal, I thought ... WOAH. That big, perfect round orb could maybe, possibly, God-willing, be the start of my child.

How freakin' cool is ultrasound?