No one knows that we think we’re knocked up, so we did a lot of sneaking around to visit the doctor and get a confirmation.
Tom tried to make appointments with a decent doctor here in Charlotte, but the one I picked (based on some online reviews) was not accepting new patients. I was like, “I just want to know – and we can take it from there.” So we made an appointment with Ananda at the Charlottesville Wellness Center and were able to get in within the week. She’s not my favorite, but I know her. The appointment was Friday afternoon, so we drove up Thursday night, slept at my Dad’s house, had lunch at Chipotle with Matt on Friday and hired Matt to dog-sit for a little while. To our surprise, Dad never showed up at his house on Thursday night, he slept at MJH. Our secret was safe.
It felt so good to walk into that ol’ building that is the Wellness Center. No huge water fountain in a cold slate waiting room with a grand staircase… but everything I am familiar with. I told Tom it felt good to be home.
So, I peed in the cup and we waited and waited and waited. My appointment was at 2:45, and we were there early – so by 2:45 I had already submitted my sample and everything. And then, we waited… I told Tom I felt like it would be an episode of “The Maury Show.” Tom, you ARE going to be a father! There was so much hype, such a build-up.
About 20 or 25 minutes later, Ananda walked in grinning from ear to ear, “Congratulations!”
I told her I hope I remember the look on her face for the rest of my life. She was so elated. She said a lot of things. She said 25% of pregnancies don’t make it through the first trimester, so we should hold off on telling people. She said she couldn’t believe it. She got the note from Dr. Stadler (the doc who was elbows deep inside my abdominal cavity to remove Mr. Nasty for those of you who don’t know her by name) and just couldn’t believe we were able to get pregnant already! She said that she looked at the chart and just thought, “oh this poor girl,” but was so delighted to see that we ACTUALLY ARE PREGNANT.
BOOM BABY.
YEAH. WHAT.
I’M HAVING TOM’S BABY. AAAAW YEEEEAH.
I’m proud of myself. BOOM. First try. TAKE THAT, MR. NASTY! Stick that in my destroyed ovary and fallopian tube and smoke it!
Two positive home tests, and OFFICIAL confirmation from the doctor’s office.
WE’RE PREGNANT! AAAAHHHHH!
And, as my Valentine from Haley said, there was much rejoicing in the village.
I spent most of the month of January Googling, “how soon after an oophorectomy (or laparotomy) can I get pregnant?” There’s not a lot of information about when it’s possible. Most of the results were whiny sissies who recounted how much they were suffering post-surgery and said that they waited many, many months to start trying. The answer, to anyone Googling it and finding this post, is immediately.
That La Kid 
“I’m proud of myself. BOOM. First try. TAKE THAT, MR. NASTY! Stick that in my destroyed ovary and fallopian tube and smoke it!” When you tell everyone, this quote is going on my fb. Just saying.
There is MUCH REJOICING IN THE VILLAGE 😀 😀 😀