That's what M asked me at 4 am this morning when he came by the apartment after work. I laughed for a bit. I stopped laughing when I remembered my Mom was over last night and didn't mention a word about the ultrasound pictures, all eight of them, hanging on the fridge. Not a word. Ha. Ha.
I had abdominal pain last week and since our ultrasound tech was working I had her do an ultrasound to see what my ovaries were doing. You know, I can't be pregnant since I just had a period the week before, plus I'm not trying. Each easter egg, I mean ovary, had about 15 cyst on them. Lovely.