I usually go to an ultrasound appointment thinking worst case scenario. I have cancer or a cyst that’s so large and stuck they’ll have to do a hysterectomy. Usually, nothing abnormal is found.
Yesterday, I had the attitude that everything would be fine. I had my ultrasound and the tech wasn’t measuring a bunch of stuff (measuring a lot is a bad sign) so I was feeling pretty hopeful when I went in to see Dr. G.
I was so wrong. He said it looked like I had some polyps, scar tissue and a rough endometrium.
I almost forgot the good news. I released two eggs. Fat lot of good it does because I am scheduled for a hysteroscopy and D&C on Monday.
So in a nutshell, I have an ugly uterus. And of the few times I have actually ovulated in my life, it doesn’t matter because if we did conceive, that little baby’s gonna be swept out of there before it can even hang pictures on the wall.
Then, to make an even crappier day worse, K and I got into a fight when we got home because we can’t afford this on top of our already monstrous medical bills. Lovely.