I guess it DOES deserve a name for being so robust and for keeping Mia company for 9 months in-utero. I remember putting my hand on it and being able to feel a strong heart-beat-like pulse of the blood beating through it. Kinda creepy. Thankfully, this fibroid does NOT seem to contain the hair and teeth my husband was hoping for (apparently some fibroids do - ick).
Sorry, I couln't make the photo any smaller, for those of you who are squeemish about such things.
I'm feeling like I got run over by a trian, cut in half, had a beater mix through my insides and then got hit in the back of the head by a 4x6. I feel very bruised and battered inside for now. The doctor said today that days three through five can be the worst, but promised me that it WOULD get better after that. Luckily the nausea from a little earlier has passed without any surgery wrenching heaves. Thank goodness! Off to take another little nap to shore up some strenght before it's time to try and eat again and take some pain meds.