so it's done. i went to the doctor today and had another sonogram. where my sack grew again...what the cuss? my body is just moving along like it's creating a baby. someone has to say, 'no more, body. you're out of control and you're being very annoying.' so my fabulous doctor was like, we can do this today at 2 if you want.
um yes, i am ready to freaking move on.
and i hate to get all introspective on ya'll but, although this process of miscarrying has made me uncomfortable in so many ways. i'm glad we waited it out. i had some things in my heart that needed to get worked out the hard way. i needed to get sad and mad and then really be ready to move on. you know, the long and dusty road...or whatever introspective people say.
now let's just talk about what happens at a d&c. this is the humorous version, as this is how i cope. (please don't be offended). you go in like an hour before where they prep you. give you an IV, ask you if you ate anything over and over again. that could be dangerous. and i forgot until afterwards that i ate a bite of a cupcake at 10am, but whatever, it turned out fine. and the bite of lemon cupcake was incredible, so i feel like it worked out to my advantage. a girl needs her sugar in such situations.
so i'm cracking all sorts of jokes. when i get nervous i try and do stand up comedy. or "lay in bed comedy". get it?! i really want these people to like me because they are going to be all up in my stuff. it's smart to get them on your good side. literally and figuratively.
i asked them to remove a couple moles while i was under for the 20 minutes. that was no go. my doc told me about how her husband was at the lake and a turtle bit off his mole in the water. that made me laugh. where can i find this turtle? and when she stopped laughing, i said, but seriously, where's the turtle. i'm trying to save money with all these medical bills.
i asked the 6 of them to give me whatever drugs they had in their pockets, as i wanted to be drugged before the process began. they laughed...but it could have been an awkward "that's illegal" laugh. at this point i didn't care...we were all close friends now. heck, i am naked in front of you all. how much closer can you get?
of course nato knew everyone in the surgicenter. it was like a high school reunion. how fun. except that i'm in a gown...with no bra and i'm nervously waiting to have a surgical procedure. wrap it up, people...fooooooooocus.
when they rolled me into the surgery room, i saw some stirrups that literally would suspend my legs into a weird pilates position above my head. at that point, i said, i want you all to lie to me about things i'm seeing in here. HELL NO i am not supposed to have my legs in those. the anesthesia guy said, oh, those are just coat racks. good one!
(pictures by nato!)
as the medicine burned into my veins, they told me i was going to take a nap soon. i told them i was actually going to the beach and that i would not bring them back any souvenirs. and as everyone chuckled, i went to LaLa land. it was a very, very good nap. the doc gave me a lot of anti nausea medicine and she even put an anti nausea patch behind my ear so i wouldn't get sick the next day. they were so sweet, as they know i'm a sissy and i get sick easily.
when i came to and started talking normal, nato helped me get dressed and put a pad-a-roo in my underwares. i don't know why i expected him to know how to put a pad on my underwares, but i was on drugs and i trusted him with this task. he pulled up my pants and it looked like a giant surfboard was partly bulging out the front and top of my pants. it was incredible. we laughed so hard we were crying. i was crying a little because it hurt a little to laugh, but whatever. the nurse was standing behind the curtain listening to us and laughing as well. yes, laugh it up at my expense...i'm fine... needless to say, i fixed the giant pad properly so as to be able to walk with dignity through the waiting room and into my car.
i don't know what went on down there. i don't actually want to know...i'm just not that girl who wants the details. all i know is that i'm sore and crampy and ya...the stir ups combined with my non-inshape-ness makes for an all around uncomfortable situation down in my nether region. and yes, if you're wondering, i'm scared to take a number 2.
my kiddos were with my parents during the day and are spending the night at the natos. and my hubby is a regular tony danza...cooking, cleaning, rubbing my feet. that sweet man. we even have meals coming our way...well taken care of over here. thanks for all your prayers and care. we feel very loved.
and very blessed with our 2 babies. our 2 dancing babies. i've been meaning to post this video of the kids getting their grove on...which is funny because my bff just posted her kids dancing. we are 2 peas in a pod. (you'll have to turn the music off at the bottom of my blog)