I'm Alive!

A little bit miserable, but alive.

I have an incision in my belly button, and one somewhere in my bikini line. They both hurt.

I'm also still full of extra air. It pushes on my shoulders and my neck and at night, I have to use five pillows to keep me upright, because I can't breathe if I lay down. BoyWonder is really freaked out by this, but I keep reading it's pretty normal at this point.

I can't tell you much the actual surgery, because the RE told it all to BoyWonder while I was in recovery, and as I've probably said before poor BoyWonder has the memory span of a goldfish. Luckily, I have pictures of all my broken parts and can kind of piece things together well enough for a mini-update.

There were a shit-ton of cysts. We knew about them, and I'm pretty sure BoyWonder said that the RE went ahead and removed some of the bigger ones. Also, a polyp that the RE said was benign (but they still sent off to be biopsied?). Oh, and endometriosis. Which is what I was more afraid of than anything else. There isn't a cure for it. They can 'manage' it hormonally, they can remove it surgically, but they can't just make it stop.

I've been doing some research, but so far I've only come across information I already know. Lucky for me, the natural way of managing it is through diet and exercise, and it's almost exactly the same diet I'm trying to follow for PCOS, but with more emphasis on avoiding dairy and wheat... And red meat. I don't eat a whole lot of any of those things, but I'm thinking I'll probably try to slowly phase them completely out of my diet. Oh. And caffeine. I love me some caffeine, so that's probably going to require some serious work.

I guess what it comes down to is this: How badly do I want this? Would I rather have a baby, or my daily coffee? Because I can go back to daily coffee once I have a baby.

It really irritates me that 'normal' people don't have to think about this crap.


In other news--I've lost a little over twenty pounds since August. I was worried that being laid up on the couch would make me gain weight, but when I checked this morning I was the same as last week's weigh-in. When you figure in the fact that I have been super constipated because of the pain meds, I'm guessing I actually lost some weight... Once I can finally poop again.

I've been blasting through crochet projects, too. My original plan was to make a ton of preemie hats to take up to the NICU where godBaby is, but (drumroll, please) tonight, BFF will be rooming in with him, and, if all goes well, godBaby will be going home tomorrow. I'll probably still donate some of the smaller hats to that NICU, but now I'm thinking about making a bunch of the really adorable patterns I've had stashed away. I have several friends with little ones or who do infant photography, and I'm considering opening an Etsy shop. Or, I could start cranking out mohawk hats in all colors and sizes, because everyone who sees them asks for one. I keep thinking this will use up most of my yarn, so I can rebuild my stash from the ground up.

We'll see.

So, for now, that's all I've got. My follow-up with the RE is a week from today. I'm hoping he's got good news and a good (hopefully not-expensive) plan, so we take advantage of the few months that are supposed to be extra-fertile after this surgery.