"Necrotic" + "your uterus" = not in the same sentence, please
Normal Glumness is back in effect. I’m particularly glum for Roccie, not that my glumness will do her one bit of good. Fuck.
Anyway, I wanted to mention something that might be of interest to other Sisters of the Fibroid. At my very first pregnant ultrasound (lo, these many weeks ago) my RE noted that there’s a new meatball a’growin’ away in my poor pelvic cavity. When we discussed the surgery he’d mentioned that should I ever become pregnant, any existing fibriods would grow more rapidly than usual because they like yummy estrogen. So this was not a big shocker. At my first meeting with my new OB she commented on the new meatball. She said she might do more ultrasounds than normal to keep an eye on it. She explained that “the pregnancy” (you mean my fetus? What’s up with referring to it as THE PREGNANCY?) would draw blood supply away from the meatball. As a result, she said, it might become…she looked at me. I looked at her. Necrotic we said in unison. It was a cute little bonding moment. There’s no particular cause for concern at the moment, but…fucking fibroids. They just don’t quit.
I also finally got the results of the NT scan. Normal. I had to call–they don’t tell you anything unless there’s a problem. I’m not sure that’s my favorite approach, but that’s the price I pay for going to a hospital office rather than some cushy suburban OB with an aromatherapy doppler or whatever. I’ll get the more specific details at my next appointment.