Boldly going where not many have gone before…

I was privileged enough to see my ovaries on Monday. Both present and correct, with a good amount of follicles, since you’re wondering. I shan’t go into details about the long wand shaped, cold-lubed up camera that went up my yoohoo to enable me to see them, or the strange pressure on my bowel as the left ovary was located – apparently this is normal – or that I kept my shoes and socks on despite being completely otherwise naked from the waist down. Even whilst a nurse is giving a guided tour of my reproductive system, I refuse to let my standards slip. (Actually, I just have really cheesy feet and didn’t want her to think the stink was from somewhere else more, ah, delicate…)

Monday was also the hormone downgrading jag day. Which was a piece of cake after the camera. Actually, 6 tattoos and 18 piercings, a jag is never going to bother me anyway! Its been an eventful week. I have been a source of amusement to my friends, thanks to my amazing ability to cry about anything. No, really. Even pasta. I am now, apparently, in mini-menopause, and have been subjecting my nearest and dearest to a delightful range of turn-on-a-hapeny emotions. Laughing my head off to white hot rage in under ten seconds, zero to hysterical in less than 3! It has been a dazzling display of tears, tantrums, snotters and utter confusion. And lets not forget the headaches! Thankfully, I have avoided the night sweats so far. Although now that I’ve said that, i’ll not get off so lightly!

The next stage is more scans and daily injections once my period arrives, and the harvest in a week or 2. After waiting this long, its all happening quickly now! And its all with good reason, and I’ll never regret a second 🙂

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