Post-Op

So amazingly, I felt virtually no pain immediately after the surgery. They must have pumped me up with a lot of the good stuff prior to my coming to . . . I also managed the pain on ibuprofen at home. It was an interesting day after the surgery - I don't know when the last time was that I had that much time alone. Maybe two years? I watched a lot of movies (the Kiddo was at daycare).

I've had a LOT of people commenting lately on our (at this point, imaginary) second child - strangers commenting that we will be having a girl, etc. (hello, I'm not even pregnant yet!). Most people seem to assume we'll be having another. It took us a long time to come to the conclusion that we wanted to try for a second child. I'm a lot older (I got pregnant three years ago!) and well, becoming pregnant for me has never been the difficult part, staying pregnant is another matter entirely. Did I want to go through that again? The possibility is there. It's looming. I try to tell myself that I will be OK if it doesn't work out, because I am deliriously happy and feel incredibly lucky to have one, yet I know the truth: I will feel completely knocked out if we are unable to have a second child. What will we do then? Adopt? I'm not sure. I remember reading a few seasoned bloggers who had gone through multiple miscarriages, finally had a child, and then went through hell in order to have a second (or in some cases, twins). At that point, without even one, I thought they were being, oh, I don't know, greedy? Crazy? But wanting to have a child is such a normal, natural and biological need. If it doesn't work out . . . well, I don't know. For now, onwards.

As far as daycare goes - I sat there with the Kiddo for about 2 1/2 hours and decided that the daycare wasn't for us. It's a good place, but the Kiddo was the youngest one, there were a lot more kids in the class than I was expecting and it was a tad too Lord of the Flies in there. We may try it again in the fall when he's a tad older and I am, er, he is, a tad tougher (I think ultimately he would be fine - I was another matter altogether).

Post-op appointment on Friday.

Is this Thing On?

Testing, testing, 1-2-3. Why, hello there. I realize that I will be writing into the ether here, but here goes anyway. I have a son, a beautiful, funny, smart, charming redheaded (yes, redheaded!) two year old son. Neither The Husband, nor I, have red hair, by the way.

The Husband and I have been discussing whether or not to have a second child (easier said than done, of course). And so, long story short, we made an appointment with Dr. Superman, he did the old HSG and whamo! I have blocked tubes. I go in for a laparoscopy and hysteroscopy on Monday, almost exactly three years from when I had it done before. I'm taking three days off - and having just re-read my post about it from before I am realizing that three days may be incredibly insufficient. ALSO, my mother was going to come into town for the procedure but she fell in the driveway, on the ice, on Thanksgiving and wound up in the ER. She's currently resting and on a lot of pain medications. No broken bones, thankfully, but she's been advised not to fly (she has a very large hematoma and the risk from blood clots is high) and wouldn't be able to help this invalid as she's pretty much an invalid right now as well. I'm sure she's pretty miserable.

So, anyway, I go in on Monday. And then I get to try to take care of the Kid or take him to daycare or I don't know what. We'll figure it out, I keep telling myself. Also, as an aside, we've decided to change daycare - which has been traumatic for me, to put it mildly. I like where he is (mostly), he loves it, but it's outrageously expensive and we are forced to pay for the summer, when we don't actually need it. The new place won't charge us for the summer, so we'll be saving about $5,000 (it's also a tad cheaper per month). The thing is, though, we'll have to change him to ANOTHER place this fall because the rates at the new place go way up. Let me just say this, I am grateful to have to worry about this kind of stuff at all.

See you on the flip side.