Yuck. That about sums it up, actually.
So yesterday was the sonohystogram. Woohoo, dildo cam! Ugh. Not…pleasant. I mean, you know it’s going to be fun when they recommend four ibuprofen four to six hours before, then a repeat dose an hour before. Which I did. I think I should have tripled it because OW. I mean. Ow. I could think of plenty more pleasant ways to spend thirty minutes.
But the good news is nothing at all abnormal…mostly…I think. No fibroids or polyps or other weirdness…but they count follicles on ovaries – one wasn’t viewable from the right angle or something because of a large one (which he didn’t seem concerned about and I’m not playing Dr. Google today), but the other had twelve. Which is the line for a PCOS indicator. I thought he said more than ten usually is, but I was sort of breathing through some ridiculous cramping and all I could really think was CAN YOU GET THAT THING OUT OF MY CERVIX YET? and this here thing says more than twelve. So…woohoo, still no real answers! But it makes sense to me. This is starting to feel like a somewhat futile investigation, but I will still do the pincushion thing next week. I mean, who doesn’t find hormone levels interesting? Not me! It will be interesting to see if I have any insulin resistance. My grandma had diabetes. She also lost at least one pregnancy that I know of…came up in some conversation well after her passing. I guess it was far enough along that there’s a grave somewhere, but they didn’t name the baby. So sad.
Oh, hey, look at that! My genealogy buff cousin has photos up on one of the tree sites. Sweet. Here she is at eighteen, 1932: (link)
Cute as a button, that Carmel Cappabianco. Awww. That would have been four years before she married Grandpa.
So. Yeah. I really dunno where I was going with that. To top it off, the antibiotic they prescribed as a precaution for the test decided to make me violently ill this morning. So…gross. People should never have to vomit unless they’re drunk or…pregnant, I guess. Dammit. Okay, full circle. We’re done here. For now. Nap time, if I am lucky.