"Cyst?" I asked him?
"Oh, it's probably nothing," he said. "I know you had some cysts before, but it's probably nothing. It could be your corpus luteum."
"If it's not? What could it be?"
"Uh, I don't like to talk about the 'what-ifs'."
"Uh, I don't like to talk about the 'what-ifs'."
"Yeah, well, since you brought it up, how about lets?"
John told him he didn't realize who he was dealing with (it wasn't our regular doctor) and the end result was the mental note to make sure my Ob-Gyn monitors the heck out of it. At that point, the doctor seemed uneasy with my drilling him and hightailed it outta there. That's ok, because all that was left were the final parting words from Joyce the nurse.
After all the funny (though costly) jokes were made about how we were successful on the first try (STILL don't know how) and have just given dear Dr. Kipersztock a hefty little bonus for doing so, Joyce sent us off with our framed picture, some more medicine information (Vagi-pops down to once a day! Yippee!) and a referral for a maternal care specialist since I am OLD. (Okay, I remember when I was younger that 36 sounded ancient, but now that I am here, I'm getting pretty tired of people telling me that I am sooooooooo maternally old....way to give a gal a(nother) complex!)
So, now our little fishie-jelly bean looks like a little a sweet little Gummi Bear and we couldn't be more proud!
