I can see that. It looks to me like a model of a uterus.
Oh, woah…Unauthorized Cinnamon, your uterus is becoming self aware! It’s not only making art, it’s making art* in its own image*! This thing could be…a new god! :eek:
(Or probably goddess.)
This is six kinds of awesome. Please, please, please tell us what the doctor says.
Good gawd, the human body is fricken weird! I can’t wait to hear what the doc has to say about this.
<shudders>
You should feel less horrified and more lucky.
That is amazing. I really appreciate the commitment of photographing it, too.
I’ve been happy with my Mirena so far (going on one year) and just had it checked last week to make sure it’s all still in place. THANK GOD.
A very unsatisfying visit with the doctor. Her answer: “I don’t know.”
Everyone agreed it’s really freaking weird, and they’d never seen anything like it. She said her first thought was the gestational sac from a blighted ovum, but she would have expected to see something in there like a yolk sac or a fetal pole or something. She said this was uniform, “like jelly.” She said it reminded her of the mucus around the umbilical cord.
It occurred to me on the drive home that maybe they were more certain than they let on that this was some sort of proto-baby, and were trying to not totally freak me out by saying, “Guess what? You just invented Fetus-On-A-Stick!”
Anyway, her best guesses seemed related to gestation. So I guess this could have been some kind of non-viable pregnancy-ish something or other, maybe.
In any case, I’m moving ahead with Essure - something that your body is *supposed *to grow stuff around at least!
They’re not going to dissect it and see if there’s a surprise inside? 
Just wanted you to know that I would totally go see a band called “Fetus-On-A-Stick”. 
Soap with a prize inside!
Pick up a box of Placenta Helper on the way home, and dinner’s an easy prep tonight!
Well, from her description she did squish through it to see if she could feel anything that would indicate a fertilized egg. She said it would feel like at least a grain of sand, but she didn’t observe anything like that. So there’s a picture to contemplate as you prepare dinner . . .
Well. That was disappointing.
Bear with me.
About 20 years ago, I came home from college rather late one evening. I lived with my grandparents and my mom, who worked the 3-11 shift. The grandparents were in bed already, so I did what college students do when they arrive home from school: I tossed my laundry in the general direction of the washer and went to raid the fridge and pantry. Imagine my shock and horror when I found a little plastic baggie in the freezer with a DEAD HUMMINGBIRD in it. :eek: W. T. F.
My mom arrived home about an hour later and I asked her, “So. Um. What’s the deal with the dead hummingbird in the freezer? You know anything about this?” My mom assured me this news came as a surprise to her and demanded proof. I showed her the frozen bird. “Huh. Well, I’ll be damned. You better ask your grandfather about that in the morning.”
Bright and early the next morning, brimming with anticipation and curiosity as to what could possibly be a reasonable explanation for a dead hummingbird in your freezer (were they going to make hummingbird cake and didn’t realize the recipe does not call for actual hummingbirds?), I bounced down the stairs and landed at the breakfast table. I let my grandfather mostly finish his breakfast and when he turned to the ritual of watching the mid-day news and dipping his teabag up and down in the little teapot, I pounced.
“So. Grampa. What’s the deal with the dead hummingbird in the freezer?” :dubious:
Grampa chuckled and poured his tea. “Welp.” He said. “Oddest thing. That bird died right there on the perch while he was feedin’. You don’t ever get to see ‘em sittin’ still, so I kept him to show people. Cool bird, isn’t he?”
The moral of this little story is I think you should keep Fetus-on-a-Stick to show people. Perhaps after dinner would be best.
Punchline to the above Grampa story:
Many years later, after I’d moved to Florida, I was getting into hummingbird and butterfly gardening. I was researching hummingbirds to make sure I was planting the right plants for the types of hummers I have in this area and I ran across this little tidbit. Turns out that hummingbirds actually eat a ton of bugs as well as sucking nectar from flowers. They also have a ridiculously high metabolism and really amazing memories; they can remember which blossom they have visited that day and will not visit the same one twice until it makes more nectar. They also take naps. Sometimes, right on the perch, they’ll drink up some nectar and nod off for a bit.
I think my Grandfather killed a napping hummingbird. Death by freeze-drying. 
Man! Other people have all the weirdly cool stuff happen to them! 
so, “squish through it” is the scientific method they are teaching these days?
i can only imagine what some of our fellow sdmbers would have done with it in a kitchen.
“We’ve secretly replace Dogzilla’s Grandpa’s hummingbird with Folgers Freeze-Dried Hummingbird. Let’s see if he’ll notice the difference.”
I have nothing useful to add, I just want to say I thought
was a great turn of phrase.
Am I the only one who wants to bitch-slap the doctor for being a slacker? I want answers, dammit. NCIS would have never thrown their hands in the air and grunted, “i dunno.”
This one just screams Mulder/Scully amiwrong? “The truth is out there.”