Good news, weird news

The good news is that the baby is alive and looks fine. Whew.

Now for the weird news. You may recall that last ultrasound the doc told me to have them recheck my left ovary because it looked weird. When I got in there today, the tech asked if I had gone to the hospital.

“Um, for what?”

“To have that ovary checked out.”

I hadn’t been to the hospital. So she starts with the abdominal ultrasound and starts checking my ovaries. She briefly passed by what looked like an empty placenta. I started to panic a little and asked if she could check to see if the baby is alive. I said, “Because if the baby isn’t alive, I won’t be needing those ovaries anymore.” She says in a cheery voice, “Oh were you thinking of having them taken out?” This from the same woman who asked as I came in if this was my first baby. Novices.

So she checked the baby and then went back to her search for my ovaries. Then we moved to the wand that gets inserted. What is that thing called? She wielded that wand like a joystick. Left, right, up, down. Ouch. I digress. On to the weird part.

When she found my left ovary, it had a very obvious white spot on it. The doc later said it would need to be checked out by a different doc who looks at ovaries all the time. The concern being ovarian cancer. Not that it is at all likely to be ovarian cancer but that’s they’d be worried about. Okayyyy.

Later after the doc talked to fancy doc, my doctor, he comes in and says, “It could be a tooth.” Excuse me?

Apparently, as a mere embryo, part of my genetic material may have gotten stuck in my ovary, and 36 years later, my ovary may have grown itself a tooth. No f*cking way.

This is the best possible outcome that would be fitting for Halloween. The baby is alive but my ovary has grown a tooth. Charlotte asked if that is what a molar pregnancy is. Isn’t that funny?

At one point, after I reported, to fancy doc’s assistant, matter-of-factly, “it could be a tooth,” I started laughing and almost couldn’t stop. Once again, an interesting ultrasound. So I’ll go to the hospital before too long and have my left ovary checked out. If it turns out to be a tooth, will I have to see my dentist about it?

It’s not a tumah. But it could be a tooth.

Smiling here in Crazytown.

Hopefully I won’t have bad dreams about the tooth.

My baby is alive. :)