On to the surgery, which went surprisingly well, despite some surprises.
Turns out, I did not have the expected one or two polyps.
My uterus doesn't do things half-way. If it's gonna have polyps, it's gonna HAVE POLYPS. Everywhere, apparently. It took the doctor not one, not two, but THREE tries to get 'em all out of there.
Now, I did this surgery in the first place because just one polyp can make implantation difficult-- which is a problem when you're trying to get pregnant. Multiple polyps make implantation totally impossible.
So, y'know. Good reason to have the problem taken care of.
But here's a better reason: apparently, the massive FIELD OF POLYPS I had in my uterus can, if not dealt with, eventually lead to uterine cancer.
So I am PARTICULARLY happy I had this surgery.
(And I would say to women who have hideously awful cramps, but who don't have endometriosis or some other common medical explanation for the pain, have your doctor check for polyps. My polyps [awful word I know-- POLYPS! POLYPS! POLYPS!] didn't show up on a regular ultrasound-- there were so many of them, they just looked like uterine lining.)
I'm also grateful to my doctor and to the truly excellent surgical team for making what I expected to be a scary and painful experience, exactly the opposite. POLYP FIELD aside, the whole thing was handled efficiently and kindly by everyone involved-- from nurses to aides to the terrific anesthesiologist.
Recovery-wise, I vicodin'ed it up on Friday (which was also moving day-- more on that tomorrow), but I've been fine since. More tired than usual, by A LOT, but otherwise totally and completely fine.
So now I have two months, give or take, to totally heal and to prepare for IVF.
But at least, at the top of the very long list of things to do, I can now write: Prep uterus. Check!
P.S. I chose this picture because it's what my acupuncturist said my formerly polyp-y uterus used to look like. Yeesh!