Just in case you were wondering, the saga of Frank has not yet come to an end. You remember Frank . . . my cranky fibroid that caused all the problems during my prenancy with Micah? Today I decided it was time to take Frank to the doctor. He has been a bit fussy again the past few weeks. I was told it would take 2-3 months for Frank to shrink back post-pregnancy, and at that time I should go in for follow up. I was told that if I do want to try and have another baby, I will probably need surgery to kill Frank. So, I figured I’d go get Frank checked out nice and early, and it would give me time to schedule my surgery when it is convenient for me, and give me plenty of time to heal before we start trying again. And no, we are not about to start trying again.

The doctor visit was great! He wants to set up a saline ultrasound for the end of the month to determine Frank’s size and location (and he will also be searching for Fiona and any children they may have). Depending on the ultrasound, he will either recommend surgery or not, and we’ll take it from there. He said that they usually recommend surgery if the fibroid is encroaching on the uterine cavity, if it is 3-4 cm or larger (at last check, Frank was just below 4 cm), and if there is a likelihood the fibroid will cause problems. Also, if there are symptoms that are sufficient to warrant surgery (and I’m having Frank pains again). Right now, barring a miracle shrinkage, I’m guessing I’m going to have to schedule surgery in the near future.

At first, the doctor looked at me like I was crazy – he was about to ask why I was coming in so early to discuss getting pregnant, and he was prepared to give me a speech about how unhealthy it is to have pregnancies back to back. Once he learned the purpose of my visit, he said it was a good thing I came in now so we can do this in a leisurely manner.

I guess I’ll be setting up a visit with the magic wand again (you know, the transvaginal ultrasound . . . I think it looks like a wand, it displays pictures of my insides, so it must be magic!). It was kind of surreal to be back there. A lot of the old feelings came rushing back the minute I pulled into the parking lot. It is hard to imagine that almost 1 year ago, we were just starting the cycle that resulted in Micah. What a difference a year can make!

I guess in a sense, I took my first step today towards trying for #2. Scary!