Again, thank you all for your good wishes. I was blown away. The embryo is still doing fine. I, however, am not.
I want to talk about something in the next five minutes because that’s all the time I have before the hot flashes and nausea start making me crazy and the hot keys of my laptop make me want to throw it out the window because I can’t stand the stickiness between my fingers.
I’m cranky and tired and nauseous and I have to pee every ten minutes. (By the way, the perfect example that we were not created by intelligent design – What genius would have placed the bladder below the uterus? Makes no sense.) These are the things that they never tell you about. Oh sure they tell you about them as if they are individual symptoms, but they never say they’ll hit you suddenly, all at once and the next thing you know you’re crying over jagerschnitzel for no reason at all. I’m so cranky I’m even pissed off at the cats and I’m never pissed off at the cats.
It might have something to with the fact that when I’m trying to find a comfortable position in my bed of nails, they decide to jump on my head.
The crankiness could have something to do with the scent of every food item Sparky eats driving me to puke.
Or it could be the idea that this whole process ends in some sort of extreme pain. I’ve always said that I am an elective C-section girl. There are certain areas of my anatomy that are for “Entertainment Purposes Only”. I’m so not one of those people who needs to do things naturally or wants to experience the joy of natural child birth. So not my cup of tea. Better life through drugs and medical intervention. I mean really, why not allow centuries of science to make things easier? There is no need to suffer (unless you are a musician).
That being said, research being done, C-sections hurt just as much, but in a different place. The traditional method can cause all sorts of trauma to parts I had no idea were to be traumatized and the c-section is major surgery to the stomach muscles. Ouch. My ass or my stomach? That’s what I have to choose from?
There has got to be a better way. Right?
No, I’m not an idiot. It’s just that things look a whole lot different on this side of the pee test.
I’m going to go sip on some tepid ginger ale.