Return to Oz...so to speak

Well, things did not go as well as I'd hoped today. Matter of fact, I'm surprised that I'm surprised about this because nothing really ever seems to go my way. How come I'm not used to this?

My day started out ok. I was feeling ok with going back to my RE's office. Even when I pulled into the parking garage, walked across the street, down the sidewalk, up the stairs, in through the automatic doors, stated my name to the receptionist and told her I was there for an HSN (what they call it there). It was going pretty smooth.

The nurse called me back and was chipper as they usually are there. She brought me back to the recovery room that I'd be hanging out in until they brought me back. She explained the drill about the gowns and whatnot, yadda yadda, and left. Then I was alone. In the room I was last in after my FET that gave me Jack not much more than 6 months ago. I was so happy that day. I was so sad today.

Katy Perry's "Unconditional" was on the radio the nurses were listening to. It was all that it took for the tears to start flowing. I had second guessed being there big time...considered putting my clothes back on and running for the door. Just then, the curtain flung open and the nurse was there to take my vitals and medical history. I made up some lame excuse about something in my eye , but I was fine. Fine? Hmph, far from it.

At any rate, my blood pressure was awesome today. 125/84....well awesome all things considered. It would be nice to get that 117/74 back , I'm not going to lie.

After the nurse was done getting my information, they slapped a wrist band on me. It made me laugh that they had my age listed as "32.5". Apparently they count 1/2 birthdays too, lol :)

She walked me back to the procedure room where Dr. Oz was waiting with his super calming spa music. Ahhhh, if I weren't about to have a speculum crank me open I'd be pretty at ease right about now, LOL.

I've had an SIS/HSN/SHG done before and while it wasn't terrible, it wasn't the most comfortable feeling either. I was a little concerned that it would hurt but fortunately for me this time around was a piece of cake. He was done within about 10 minute and I had no cramping whatsoever. The bad news however is that he didn't like what he saw.

They way he put it.... when the ute is filled with fluid it should be an oval shape from front on and a triangular shape from the side. When my ute was filled with the fluid, he wasn't able to get either of those shapes to form. Basically one of two things... either I was in a funny position on the table or there is retained tissue/debris left over from my delivery. Regardless, they need to go in and find out. Bad thing about that though is that is a procedure procedure. Meaning, an IV... anesthesia.... day off work...possible cramping and bleeding depending on what they find/what they do while they're in there. At least they can try to resolve whatever issues they find while they're there...but still.

The real kick in the pants??  I need to take miso the night before so that my cervix is opened more for the catheter to fit in up there.

Wait, I'm sorry...MISO??

The same drug that I had shoved up my who-ha twice in December and caused me to wake up in labor, THAT miso??

Yes folks, that's the one....


Thursday night will be a tough night indeed, as well as Friday too. I guess I'm trying to look at this delay as a good thing. I don't think I'm quite ready to start the Lupron this week anyways. Plus, that will be more time for me to focus on my weight loss and health and train for the 5k in May.

Also, the more I think about it...having another baby due on or around Jack's birthday just doesn't seem right. He deserves his day to himself.