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Word to your mother.  I am straight up healthy.

I had a visit with my lady doctor this week and all signs point to a healthy and happy (relatively) Mrs. Porch!  My hormone levels were good, my thyroid was good, and my ultrasound was clean.  Can I just share how exciting it was to have an ultrasound where I didn't get weird feedback?  Or feel totally freaked out afterwards?  Both ovaries look good (no cysts!) and my uterus was empty.  What?  He had to check.  Interesting fact the ultrasound tech decided to share:  Your uterus expands to more than 20 times its regular size when carrying a baby.  In fact, he once saw a c-section and when the cut open the abdomen and could see the uterus and it looked like a clear balloon.  I couldn't help but laugh and thank him for his fun fact.  I mean hey, it made the blog.

This means we can start looking into other factors and then get movin' on the baby-making fun.  How much will you just straight up shit yourselves when the day (finally) comes when we're publicly sharing a preggo announcement?  I know.  Maybe buy some diapers.  Or learn to control yourself.

So, that's one less thing that I have to worry/stress about, and that was a pretty big worry.  Spirits?  ^^^ lifted ^^^ I won't lie, I was certain there would be something inexplicably wrong with your friend Mrs. Porch.  There's always something weird going on in there.  NO ENDOMETRIOSIS and NO CYSTS.

If I can fight Endometriosis, I can sure as hell whoop your ass...
Honestly?  There's a someecard for everything.

Holla!

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