Ova-EZ

I know, I know... It's been a couple of weeks since I've posted. I have no excuse except that it's year-end at the job and Christmas-time to boot. So that means lots of last-minute reports to write and lots of last-minute shopping to do.

Here's the latest:

I had my post-op appointment with Dr. B. and she basically told me that all is well. She did say that the main 'roid that was causing all of my problems was the largest she'd ever worked on personally, and that she's really happy we were able to get it out when we did. For some strange reason, the actual size of the 'roid wasn't showing up accurately on any of the tests I've had, not even the MRI. That leads me to believe that the 'roid most likely grew between the time I'd had the tests done and the time the procedure was performed. So I, too, am elated that we got it out before it could grow any more.

In other news, I heart Christmas.

It's my absolute favorite time of the year. I love the tradition of it. The hustle and bustle. The extra energy in the air. I love picking out ornaments and shopping for presents. Visiting all the tree lots till you find that perfect tree.

I do miss the snow, though. Unfortunately I no longer live on the east coast where a white Christmas would be a distinct possibility. I now reside in sunny SoCal so snow is not an option. Not that I'd give up the sun. No thank you. I love it here and I'm never leaving. But there's something about having snow on the ground that justifies having that cup of cocoa, you know what I mean?

But the holiday is about more than just snow and shopping. It's so much bigger than tinsel and trees. There's more to it than cookies and cocoa. This holiday, more than ever, is about possibility. It's about potential. It's about what the future has in store. It's about miracles. And what would really make my Christmas perfect, is a little miracle of my own.

After all, it started with a child, right?

I'm ba-a-a-ack.

Ok, so the hysteroscopy appears to have been a success. I remember nothing else but being wheeled into the OR and then waking up swathed in warm blankets in the recovery room, apparently 'roid-free.

YAY!!

I haven't posted till now because I was waiting to hear from the doctor on what exactly went down. I wasn't aware of the hospital policy but it appears that the surgeon doesn't usually come to speak with the patient directly. Well, not unless you're in for an extended stay. For an outpatient procedure like mine, they typically go out and speak with the spouse to let them know how things went.

Unfortunately for me, I had sent hubby home to wait. We don't live too far from the hospital and I figured it wasn't fair to have him sit there waiting on me to wake up. If I had had to have the myo, then I would have asked him to stay. But we had only had a few hours sleep before having to be at the hospital and I just couldn't see asking my 6'6" husband to catch a few winks in those itty bitty waiting room chairs. So, needless to say, there was no one there for the doctor to speak to after the procedure.

Then with Thanksgiving and all, I didn't hear from the doc until yesterday. She told me that she was really glad that we got in when we did because the 'roid was much larger than she had thought from all of the tests. AND, there was not just one large 'roid, but two.

I knew it!!

I knew there was more going on than just one 'roid. And in my heart I knew it had to be bigger than they were saying. It just goes to show that if you really listen, your body does speak to you.

But, I digress.

The doc said she didn't find any other surprises and that she'd be happy to show me the pics from the op when I go in for my follow-up.

Pics??

UGH!!

Of course, I didn't say that. I thanked her politely, hung up the phone, then proceeded to gag.

Again, UGH!

So that's it. I should be ready to start actually TTC by next weekend. All I need to do is brush up on my charting skills and see where the road takes us. Until then, I'm wishing for baby dust for all my TTTC pals.

Now, where's my BBT?

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