Water sono today was a big success! At first, I didn’t think it was going to happen at all. I was scheduled for a Wednesday afternoon appointment, so I arranged to work from home that day, hauled all my research and crap home, and spent the morning working at my kitchen table. At about 10 am, I got a call from the RE’s office. (Never a good sign.) Turns out my fabulous RE is horribly sick, and had to go home, and could I reschedule for Friday?
Grrr…. I know there’s nothing my doc could do about it, and I’m sure she had to be really sick to cancel appointments, but it seems my appointments are always getting moved or canceled (usually b/c she has to do surgery, retrieval, transfer, etc.). I just have crappy luck. So I make arrangements to work from home again today. Again, I had to ask for special permission from my boss, pack a huge bag of research, briefs, etc to haul home (probably would have had to haul stuff home for the weekend anyway—am really busy this month). Then this morning, another phone call. Turns out my RE is now “quarantined”—which I suspect means that she tried to come back to work and her doctor gave her orders not to.
Rather than have me miss my chance at a water sono this cycle, and thus wait another month before IVF, they sent me downtown to a different doctor’s office to do the sono. So who is that different doc? The surgeon who did my myomectomy in December. I was pretty stressed about this. First, I didn’t want to drive downtown and try to find parking, etc. But more, I didn’t want a different doctor doing this procedure. Which is kind of funny, when you think about it, because this is a man who cut me open two months ago. When I told J I didn’t want this guy peeking at my insides, he said, “but he’s already seen your insides.”
“I know,” I whined, “but I was out cold. And it wasn’t from this angle.”
But it turned out great. First, because he was just filling in for my regular RE, I somehow got whisked away into the sono room the moment I got there. No waiting. On top of that, he was really good at threading the catheter through. Barely felt it. But the best part was that he got to admire his handiwork. Nothing like an arrogant surgeon to get your spirits up. He kept telling me how “beautiful” my uterus looked. (This is a man who also calls me—and presumably everyone else—“my darling.”)
Even I was a bit surprised by the clarity of the sono picture. With the water pushing it open, my uterus had a completely open cavity, all round and everything, with nary a fibroid in sight.
So I have yet another picture of my insides to add to my collection. Maybe someday I’ll make a collage.