The doctor described the material in my uterus as having been there for "a very long time." Rob got the sense from talking to him that the doc didn't have a stock answer for this situation. He'd had to "chip away" at the lining of my uterus. (Have the screaming heebie-jeebies now? You're welcome.)
The doctor also mentioned that once everything that needed to come out was out, "the uterus looked very normal. So you may not have a bicornuate uterus."
He'll have more information for me at my follow-up appointment in two months. Did he really say two months? I was still waking up from anesthesia, but Rob swears he also heard the doc say "months." Doesn't this ladyparts doctor know that in uterine time, two months is for-fucking-ever!?
Anyway, as much as I want to get wrapped up in solving this mystery of my insides (I mean, just how long is a-very-in-italics long time? A Westley-long-time ago? What was that thing, really?) that road leads to Crazygirltown.
I think I'm done rubbernecking at my own body for a while.