So here's the deal. I have a baby growing inside of me. I also have a fibroid tumor (NON-cancerous) growing inside of me, and it's currently taking up way more room than the baby. My doctor found it when I was pregnant with Bekah, and it didn't cause me any problems at all. We fast forward to a few weeks ago, and I start googling "I'm only 7 weeks along, and growing WAY too fast..." I just finally put it out of my mind with "It's my third child" and "I've always carried way big" and "I'm just that much more woman to love..." Well, fast forward again to my 12 week appointment, where my doctor goes to check the heartbeat for the first time. She feels around on my tummy to get the right position, and is SHOCKED that I'm as big as I am. Reading her response, I said, "Is it twins?" She said that I was measuring at a 16-week size, and that she'd like to do an ultrasound right away. Yikes. It's then that I remember and mention to her my fibroid. Well, it's probably just that. Can we just wait till the normal ultrasound (since I'm paying for it...)? No, I think we should have a look now. Besides, then we'll get a really great heartbeat, and you can call your husband and let him hear.
So they get me in right away. Lucky scheduling break for me. The sonographer takes a look, and finds that lovely fibroid, which a friend decided I should call "Bob", and says that it's the size of a large grapefruit. It's doubled since we last saw it (4 years ago). I go back to the doc, and, okay. We know that the baby's the right size. Has a strong 162 beats per minute heartbeat, and looks totally healthy (although too young to see any "parts"). Whew! And we are just going to "keep an eye" on Bob. It's at the top of my uterus, which we knew from Bekah's pregnancy, so it won't get in the way of delivery. Although, since it's so big, it has the possibility of tricking the uterus into thinking that the baby is big enough to deliver, so a possible pre-term issue. And though it's non-symptomatic now, it may one day start to cause issues/pain/etc. So we're keeping an eye on it.
And then stupid old google tells me that these things could possibly be cancerous, and this lady had to have a total hystectomy, and these ladies had miscarriages because of theirs, and BLAH BLAH BLAH. I've tried to be calm and just take my cues from the doctor, who's not overly worried. But you know how google can get to you sometimes...
So, I asked Frank for a blessing today. I've been generally calm and level-headed, and peaceful when I've prayed, but I just wanted an added boost of peace for anything that might come up. And boy, I don't know how people get by without being able to hear from their Heavenly Father through a righteous man. I was told that He is very aware of me, what's going on with my health and my body, and that this baby has been sent at this time to be a member of my family. I will be able to deliver without incident, and these things will not cause me problems. If any issues do arise, my doctors and my faith will enable me to overcome them. I was also blessed with the physical, emotional and spiritual strength to get me through bringing this child to Earth.
It was so wonderful. Just what I needed. Heavenly Father knows me. I KNOW that. I wasn't SO worried, but I don't know where things will progress, and how worried I may get. And He just went ahead and removed the worry from the whole process for me. I'm so very thankful.
And one other added bonus: when the stupid people ask if I'm giving birth to a horse, or if I'm SURE it's not twins, or if I'm going to go into labor TODAY, I can now say, "No, I just have one baby and a giant TUMOR!" and then they will feel really bad!!! Mwahahahahah!
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I think your retort is the perfect one, except do you really want to explain after that???? Is there really an response that would teach people manners in one shot? If you think of it, please tell me. "Are you SURE it's not twins?"... what are you supposed to say to that: oh, wait... because of my conversation with you, maybe I'll rethink what my medical professionals have told me. Thanks for the readjustment! And "are you going to go into labor today?" ... um YES! Watch out! Go fetch some boiling water!!! while I take your place in line, thank you.
Hilarious Mel. And I guess I'm not trying to teach them manners with my response. Just make them feel wretched, just like they made me feel. I know, it's all very Christian. (Which is why I'll never actually use it...)
I love that you felt comfort and peace from the blessing. Truly wonderful.
We will pray that Bob behaves himself and that everything will be okay.
I really like your friend Melanie. She is hilarious.
I got so huge with my first 3 pregnancies I wanted to tell people that I am due, "any day now" even though I had 3 or 4 months left.
Soooo grateful for the power of the Priesthood!!!
I had a fibroid tumor once.
I love that you named yours.
I just had to tell you that when I read your title the first time I thought it said, "On my way to the 'Big House' "...I was concerned you had begun a life of crime, or something.
Glad I just can't read.
Lauren, I'm glad you can't read!
Jen, thanks for your support!
What the... Why don't you tell me these things? I had no idea this was going on. I'm glad Frank is there for you to help and that he can give you a blessing when you need it. Thank goodness for good men, and the priesthood.
It is kinda nice to have a response to tell people when they think you're enormous. I once had a lady tell me after I sang at a fireside that her teenage boys were mortified by my size and that they didn't know whether to look at me, or cover their eyes. I was obsene, apparently.
You've got a good man there and the priesthood ROCKS!!! But seriously, that was very sweet and thanks for sharing. As for RUDE peeps. Ugh. I feel for you. I got a lot of that kind of stuff at the end of this one. I was bigger than ever and had my biggest baby. I agree if you tell them you have a tumor that will shut them up quick. They deserve it for being so insensitive anyway!
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