Crush! Well, that may be a little nicer of a word then I want to use. Nothing starts your day off as good as blood work and a sonogram. Although I did wear my good luck bionic socks.
Slight issue. I could use some good vibes sent my way. There is a rather not-so-nice-size cyst on my right ovary. As if I don’t have enough things against me like my age, my genetics and the position of the moon. My left took ten minutes to find. I like to think it was taking time off to regroup and just prepare to send out lots of eggs so we can make a baby. Or it could be saying, “Ha! Ha! B*tch! Try and catch me now!” Either way it was cyst free when it was finally found somewhere near my spleen. Yes, it hurt.
I now have to wait for the results of my second blood pregnancy test in two weeks. (Kick me while I’m down. I love that!) Then I have to wait for my Dr. T to decide if I can proceed with this cycle or not due to the lovely guest I’m hosting in my ovary, Cecil the cyst. Honestly Cecil is totally cramping my style.
Here I sit sipping *bucks and watching the Shears competition while I wait for my phone to ring. Ring! Damn it! I feel like a teenager again waiting for some boy to call. Not that I ever did that.
UPDATE: Before I could post this blog the phone rang. Damn Cecil!! I will cut you! I have to wait until my next cycle. I’m going to go cry now.