
I never feel like ANYTHING is going on in my world (anything worth reporting about, that is.) Even my big news from this weekend turned out to be nothing at all. I guess dull news is good news, right?
When we met with the in vitro fertilization doctor, he found a polyp on my uterus that may have been causing problems. We decided that even though we can't do IVF we'd still get the polyp removed in hopes that it will increase our fertility chances. I was truly nervous for this surgery because I've never been "totally under" when having any medical procedure done. This time I had to go fully under anesthesia and have the breathing tube thingy down my throat. I wasn't looking forward to either of those things and I certainly wasn't looking forward to having my procedure done. I was envisioning all sorts of post-op cramping, grogginess and other general unpleasantries.
I could not have been more wrong. The nurses were wonderful and even gave me a sedative through my i.v. to calm my nerves before they wheeled me into the surgery room. The only thing I remember is the anesthesiologist asking me if I'd rather picture myself on the beach or in the mountains. I was thinking of Redfish Lake and tried to explain that I like both when I was knocked out completely. I think I got as far as, "Actually, I like zzzzzzzzzzzz." Next thing I know, I'm waking up to a smiling nurse who gave me liquid pain killers for the cramps, which is a genius invention (the liquid painkiller, not the cramps.) Levi was waiting patiently for me and even boasted that while I was in surgery he got to have a great big hospital breakfast for $5.00. He even suggested we go back there one morning and pretend we know someone in the hospital so we can get a good deal on french toast. That husband of mine.
I had some slight grogginess and minor cramps, but nothing some ibuprofen couldn't handle. I slept most of Friday and felt fantastic when I woke up on Saturday. Seriously, I still can't believe I had surgery and feel this good. I know it wasn't that big of a deal, but I'm proud of my body for healing the way it did. You go body!
Levi's sisters Sevy and Avery brought me beautiful flowers on Saturday and I had a nice day of hanging out and relaxing. I'm very glad I got the time off work, I feel like that helped me heal more than anything.
Today we went over to Heather's and had some of her delicious baked ziti. If you haven't tried Heather's baked ziti, my friend, you haven't lived. She must slip heroin or some other addictive drug in it because pasta shouldn't taste like candy, but hers does. Well done Heather!
Well, I'm off to bed now. I go back to work tomorrow and I'm sure there will be lots and lots for me to do. At least I don't have to start school tomorrow like my niece Eliza and nephew Wilson do. I still can't believe Eliza will be a 5th grader and little Wils will be in 1st grade! Good luck guys!!



















