Any day that starts with an internal ultrasound has got to be a good one right?
But before we get to that fun little basket full of kittens I know you are all dying to know how my birthday Pinterest experiment went with the Pallet Herb Garden!
I'm calling this one a success so far. We planted a little bit of everything - coriander, parsley, lettuce, rocket, sage, dill, basil... You get the idea. The real test of success is how well my tasty little seedlings go from here - and with me as their primary caretaker they better be made of tough stuff!
My Pallet Garden may have been a winner but the same can't be said for my birthday cake! Along with generally not feeling much like myself I've also appeared to lost my baking skills. My plan was for a mega cake that combined the best of two delicious worlds - my favourite brownies and my recent new love, giant cookie cake. These are both recipes that I've made before with great results but today? No bueno. The Brownies came out dry and crumbly and the cookie cake took the opposite road and refused to cook in the middle. When I turned it out of the pan a big layer of goopy cookie dough remaining firmly in place IN the pan rather than on the cake.
Ever get that sinking feeling?
I sent my sister the picture informing her that there was a major cake-fail going down at my place. Together we decided that buttercream was the only solution.
Copious amounts of sugary buttercream can cover a multitude of sins! The heart on top was a desperate attempt at diverting attention from my woeful frosting job... Very effective. I am dreading cutting into this monstrosity at work tomorrow - I'd much prefer to turn it into a smash cake and take to it with a hammer but alas, I have promised my workmates cake and I am all out of time (and patience) to bake another one. Fingers crossed it tastes better than it looks!
Gardening and cake out of the way, its time to get to the TMI section of the post. Feel free to change the channel now if you would prefer... For those continuing, today was the dreaded day of my ultrasound. My doctor had warned me that while I could expect to have the usual abdominal ultrasound (ala pregnancy scan) I could also look forward to something a little more invasive - think pap smear but with pictures! I was lucky enough to score a lovely Scottish lady who
informed warned me that she was 'learning'. This did absolutely nothing to ease the nerves I was already experiencing! She got to the business of the abdominal scan and I felt a little odd thinking that this could possibly be the one and only time I have this done (Danny and I are undecided on the whole parenthood caper)
The abdominal scan was easy enough and I got to watch everything on a lovely screen mounted on the ceiling. I can imagine this would be much more exciting if you were seeing the first glimpse of your unborn child but alas, all I was seeing was undefinable blobs that were apparently my internal organs. I have no clue how they are able to tell on shadowy mass from another and I'm still not convinced that my tech could! She spent a long, long time massaging the area around kidneys with her little wand bizzo... so long that I started to get worried she had discovered something scary in there.
While my Scottish scan tech was lovely enough I was glad when she let me know that a more experienced tech would be performing the internal scan. Score one to me right? I was introduced to the second lady and she was equally kind but also obviously much more experienced - she got down to business, getting me to change into a very flattering backless gown before explaining exactly what I could expect. I kind of appreciated how direct and clinical she was about it all and found myself almost entertained by her running commentary as she explained all the different things that were popping up on the screen.
Here are the three important things that scan tech number two was able to tell me -
1. I have a uterine fibroid - lucky me!
2. I have gallstones - holy hell, all these special surprises! They must have known I just had a birthday!!
3. The all important verdict on PCOS - my instincts were right and both of my ovaries were clear.
So that leaves me with one more possibility crossed off but two new things to add to my odd little list of issues. That said, the scan tech said that since neither the gallstones or the fibroid were giving me pain or complications they were most likely nothing to worry about. Comforting but I also wonder if they are linked to AF or if they are stand alone issues?
Next up is a trip to my doctor on Thursday. I am intrigued to see what she makes of the negative PCOS results given that I still haven't gotten a period. I am hoping that I will be brave enough to ask her opinion on AF given that I've been told doctors can be a bit sceptical about it being a true diagnosis. I have a tendency to be gungho about having these discussions with doctors until I am actually sat in front of them and then the scaredy cat inside takes over an I sit there nodding along as they suggest other long-shot medical possibilities.
I think desperation will be enough to make me speak up however. My symptoms seem to be getting worse at a rapid rate - on Saturday and Sunday I wasn't able to make it through the afternoon without falling asleep and I think I only got through this afternoon without a snooze because I ingested copious amounts of sugar while baking that mess of a cake! And then there's the whole crying at the drop of a hat thing... both symptoms aren't very conducive with being at work. I'm sure to get strange looks if I burst out crying at my desk before falling asleep like some kind of emotional narcoleptic.
With all of this talk of feeling like poo and general negativity I wanted to change up the mood for the end of this post. I spied the quote below when browsing through Pinterest the other day and it resonated with me straight away. Apparently a lot of other people feel the same way because it's since been re-pinned from my board over 500 times... My most popular pin yet! It's such a simple statement yet so profound - Well done Lana.
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I'd Like To Know...
What is your favourite quote or snippet of wisdom?
When have you scored a 'learner' when you'd really prefer someone with a bit more experience?