Some of you were around toward the beginning of my blog when I was first diagnosed with infertility. It was during that time when Boris was discovered.
Boris was a rather large cyst who made his home on my left ovary. I was never very fond of Boris and the aches, cramping, and bloating he brought into my life. Needless to say when he disappeared six weeks later, I was happy to see him go.
Over the last week or so, I've been having some intense cramps and a pulling sensation on my left side. I attributed it to the birth control pills. So imagine my surprise when that punk showed up on my ultrasound this morning looking huge. I hope he enjoys his evening, because come tomorrow he'll be history.
Other than Boris's unexpected arrival, the rest of my appointment went well. The nurse went over every detail with me and what I needed to do (or not do) before surgery. Like a thirteen-year-old, I giggled when she told me I needed to douche tonight. And I'm pretty sure my face turned a few shades of red when she talked about filling my prescription for nausea . . . which comes in anal suppositories (I think I'll pass on those, thanks). I can't imagine the blog hits I'm going to get with the words "anal" and "douche" in one post.
We check into the hospital tomorrow at 7:45 am. The next time you see a post from me, I hope to be feeling high as a kite.