Got wanded this morning (by the tech AND the doc -- what a slut!), and we're good to go. My ovaries were playing hide-and-seek, and my uterus was "quite mobile," and apparently my large intestine kept getting in the way (maybe because of the Taco Bell bean burrito I had for dinner at 9:30 last night?), but somehow it was decided that things were as they should be.
I did have this crazy moment of panic -- what if, after all this, it turns out I have no ovaries and they're just noticing now? Wouldn't that be a kick in the pants. Or abdomen. When someone tells you that they're "an expert at finding ovaries" and then can't find yours, you start to wonder. But they found 'em.
So I start stims on Saturday. I suspect they will have NO problem finding the not-so-little buggers next time.
(Thanks for all of the kind words in the comments! It makes it so much easier knowing that there are women out there facing the same crazy hurdles.)