Yesterday I had my bloodwork and initial ultrasound appointment, also known as The Thousandth Time I Have Had To Drop My Pants And Wear A Giant Kleenex On My Lap appointment.
Seriously. Who knew you could have this many internal ultrasounds in your life? Who knew I would ever care so much about the grainy, black and white images of my ovaries?
Next time I go to the dentist I should be careful, because right now my Pavlovian response to being in a doctor's office is to shed my pants and get in the stirrups.
Dentist: Uh, ma'am?
Me: Yes?
Dentist: I really don't need access to that area.
Me: Oh! Sorry! Are you sure? Because I'm totally comfortable with this. Really.
Dentist: Hygenist? We're going to need to sterilize that x-ray machine again.
Things look fine, according to Super Cheerful Ultrasound Lady. Antral follicle count showed five follicles on one side, and 5 or 6 on the other. Birth control pills started today. Nurse is supposed to call with my calendar for all the other Pants Dropping Appointments in my near future.
One day, I will be chasing a half-naked toddler around my house, shouting, "no! Pants stay on!" and I will think of this day and laugh.
This is awesome, especially the part about re-sterilizing the x-ray machine.
ReplyDeleteGreat news on the follicle count!