I am a unicorn!

So this post might get a little more personal then some might want to read. A good portion of my blog is going to be for me to process through the hilarious story known as my life.
 I give fair warning to those who might happen to read. This post is not for the faint of heart and most certainly not for those who get squeamish over things like the word Uterus. I will try to spin it on the light side of life if possible.

SO if you ready to dive into my life and reality and also the humorous side of my life then read on. 


  I have never had a regular way of life.... as its should go for the ladies. I have had every test under the sun . From spitting into a plastic vile for a week to being so violated by an ultrasound tech I swear the light came out my nostrils!  This past summer  the lady plumbing has not been up to par ( and that's saying something since I typically golf a +50). To put it bluntly for a greater part of my summer and early fall this was me....

Well, after a million more tests, a couple of bad run- ins with CVS and  more quality time on the table when the Dr asks you to "SCOOCH!"  we finally have a verdict! Apparently I am a unicorn!
No really! The diagnosis is that I have a unicornuate uterus. If you are like me, you are thinking " I'm sorry you have a magical creature in your womb!?"
Apparently magic does exist in a very small percentage of women. So here is a link to better understand my magical lady parts.
Katy's Magical Uterus!

What makes the plot even more clear as chocolate pudding is apparently my MRI thinks that I might not have two Kidneys! Hmmmm one would think you would figure that out before you are 30?
But alas missing a kidney tends to hold hands with being a unicorn!
Unicorns have one horn so clearly that means one kidney too!
The verdict is still out about the missing kidney. Next week after Aunt Flo comes to visit , I will once again tango with the ultra sound tech.

So what does this all mean? Not sure yet. But it does answer a lot of questions of why my development is always been off. It does help to understand why I am not a fertile Myrtle like many women my age. And most important it helps me understand why adoption has been such a passion in my heart since I was a teenager.

There are lot of questions to be asked and many answers to discover. 2015 should be an interesting adventure ahead of us as Dan and I investigate the process of adoption and maybe even flirt with the idea of fostering in the state. I promise there will be many more posts on that, as this story develops.

For now I leave you with this, and pray is sticks in your head for at least 24 hours :)