Promises, promises

I know I said I would post more yesterday, but I was too busy COMING HOME. Slightly more than 24 hours after coming out of sugery my surgeon decided I was doing well enough to come home! Two to four days, my ass! Anyway, percocet is my friend and I'm doing really well. The pathology reports confirmed that everything was benign, so that's a huge relief.

Apparently I have an insane tolerance for pain, as at least one of the cysts had ruptured prior to surgery, which should have landed me in the ER. The endo was rampant, and my surgeon called in an oncology dude to help him get it all out. We're probably going to have to move on to IVF as soon as possible, as all this will continue to come back as long as I have girly parts. Honestly, my surgeon told my husband that if a gyno had performed this as opposed to an RE, he would have ripped everything out. Needless to say I'm super glad I didn't have my gyno do the surgery!

Okay, this has been a lot of one-finger typing on my iPod. I may have to try the big girl computer tomorrow.

Quick update

I'm doing fine, still have two -- count them -- two ovaries, and the surgery went great. I love my RE/Surgeon, and my rockstar nurse tracked down a grape popsicle for me from the Peds department.

More tomorrow. Just wanted to say thank you for all the support. Now if my sock monkey will quit winking at me from the shelf, i think i'm going to try to take a nap.

Here we go

We have to be at the hospital at 5:30 tomorrow morning. I really hope my surgeon's a morning person; I am not.

I know the waiting room has WiFi. If the patient rooms do not, I will pitch a fit. Or hobble back to the waiting room. Either way, I will update as soon as I can.

Fingers crossed that I still have all my girly parts when I do.

Thank you all so much for all your support -- you will never have any idea how much it means to me.

A little more HI

First of all, I love that Hawaii is abbreviated HI. It just seems so incredibly appropriate for such a friendly place.

Secondly, I'm having trouble finding pictures to post that don't expose every member of my family to the ravages of the savage Internet. I'm not talking about my loyal readers, of course, but about the creeps who steal your family photos and use them to sell groceries in the Czech Republic.

Anyway, I tried to find a couple that weren't too bad, but still told a story. The first doesn't have any faces in it at all, but was taken during what was easily one of the most moving moments of the trip. Read this next sentence, and pay attention to it. If you ever go to Hawaii, please visit the U.S.S. Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor. You will thank me later.



This picture was taken by my 13-year-old step daughter, and is one of the rare glimpses you get of the ship still underwater all these years later. Over 900 men are entombed here, their bodies never recovered from the ship. It is truly a cemetery, and an awe-inspiring piece of American soil. (Or water, if you want to talk semantics.)

Okay, enough of that. Here I am showing off my temporary tattoo I got at the luau with my step-daughter, nephews and niece. None of the other adults on the trip were cool enough to get one. Well, my husband would have gotten one in a heartbeat, but he was too busy videotaping the cool kids.



Lastly, here we are "Hanging Loose" on Waikiki Beach. We learned while we were there that this hand symbol actually originated with a famous Luau performer who used to delight in waving at his fans, minus the three middle fingers he had lost in an accident. The fans began curving their fingers in to wave back, and the Shaka sign was born. Well, at least that's one theory. And I like it better than the one about the surfer having his fingers bitten off by a shark.



Okay. Enough vacation? I promised more in an earlier post, and didn't want to not follow through. I'm well back in the real world by now, anyway. Well, at least as back as I can be while I still have macadamia nuts in the kitchen and sand in my flip flops.

Bringing home baby?

*Disclaimer: I intend no harm, insult or any other form of ill feelings on the part of any of my readers with this post. If you have/had an absolutely adorable "first outfit" for your peanut, I'd love to hear about it!*

Am I missing the boat? I am having trouble understanding the significance of the "bringing home baby" outfit for the newborn. Do we really have to start coordinating their wardrobes before they hit outside air for the first time?

I've looked at a lot of pictures of newborns, including snapshots of them getting loaded into the car for the first time, and without fail I cannot tell you what they were wearing.

(One caveat: My little Indigo Rose had an incredibly cute Little Ewok onesie for her trip home, and I have to take exception as I was the one who had the honor of dubbing her "Little Wicket" while she was still an inside baby.)

I guess I've always assumed you just pick out the smallest outfit you've purchased/received as a gift prior to birth and stick that in the bag. Honestly, before I gave any real thought to it, I assumed the hospital put them in some kind of garment before releasing them to the completely overwhelmed hands of the new parents.

Does this mean you have to pack multiple outfits for them while in the hospital? And the little hats. Do the hospitals provide those? Or do the little squeakers need a variety of appropriate headgear brought to the hospital as well?

I guess it's a good thing we have a while to go before I'm even close to having to worry about any of this stuff. I clearly have lots to learn about newborn fashion!

Tuesday Morning

As of right now, my surgery is scheduled for August 25th, sportsfans, which is a week from Tuesday. Which is decidedly better than this coming Tuesday, which was going to be a possibility until I got side checked by someone else's unruly girly parts also needing surgery.

The good news is, that gives me another week to have my house in order. I'd ideally like to be caught up on laundry, have the fridge stocked and maybe some meals in the freezer to tide us over for the next month or so. I'd also like the house to be squeaky clean, so it doesn't degenerate much during my downtime.

If my husband is going to be doing things around the house during my recovery, I would rather it revolve around bringing me yummy things to eat and entertaining DVDs to watch. Oh, and maybe a foot rub or two. I'd rather NOT find him in the laundry room. (Flashbacks to stories about him trying to wash his jeans in a dishwasher and socks drying in a microwave – no thank you!)

So, a few more items to check off the list and I'll be good to go:

• Bloodwork next Thursday or Friday.
• I need to make sure the hospital has WiFi (that's considered an inalienable right at this point, correct?)
• Take off my perfectly good pedicure (does anyone know why you can't have nail polish on during surgery? I'm too lazy to Google.)
• Oh, and I should probably call my insurance company to give them a heads up. Verifying in-network and all that jazz.

Here's where I type a witty ending, which I'm having trouble coming up with. Sorry, sportsfans.

Two weeks

I know, I know. It's been two weeks since I've posted, it's Friday, and I have nothing random to say. To keep you from yelling at me, I decided to distract you with a video of a kangaroo riding a unicycle. But then I couldn't find one. So, I'm going to post a few pictures of our recent trip to Hawaii instead.





I promise I'll write more about the trip later. Right now I'm so jetlagged I'd probably forget to tell you about all the good stuff.