Back in May, I had an ultrasound to check all my bits were in place to start IVF. Then, the nurse couldn't find my left ovary, said it was behind some bowel gas. I have always, always been gassy. (Soz for the TMI). Seriously - my best friend in high school used to say "How are you ever going to get married with that trumpet playing every morning?"
This morning, I met Mr Wandmonkey for the first time. I was pleasantly surprised - I actually said "Wow, he's much skinnier than I thought!" I think I was expecting a big fat black dildo - he was very sleek and slimline. So during todays probing, Nurse Rosa's checking all my innards out, pointing things out to me. The good news is, my right ovary is coming along nicely. She counted eight follies on rightie, the largest being 11mm. Not ready to trigger though - which I was a bit (VERY) bummed about. Darn those expectations - they get you every time.
Then onto left ovary. Leftie? Leftie? Bueller? (That was for you Mony) Where the fuck my left ovary is, I have no idea. Nurse Rosa was SO lovely and apologetic. Because it bloody hurt - she was digging around in there for over ten minutes. Probe indeed. She finally asked "So, are you even sure you have two ovaries?" Ummm - no, I'm not sure. She said it could be obscured by bowel gas, but I've heard that before. I go back on Monday for another scan, this time with a sonographer. I told Nurse Rosa that I'll stay off the baked beans.
So, shit! Any assvice would be greatly appreciated. The good news is, she told me that my right ovary is doing well, and producing more follies than people sometimes get from both ovaries. The bad news is, I'm doing IVF and it frankly sucks. I wish I could create a baby with my husband without medical intervention. It's cold, clinical, unnatural, and makes me cry. A lot.