The Parents are Coming, the Parents are Coming!!
>> Sunday, June 3, 2012
Somedays the time drags so slowly, and then other weeks flash by in the wink of an eye and I'm left spinning in all of the madness. The former has certainly dwindled since our adoption match, and I find I'm very much traveling at the speed of light. I honestly have no idea where the month of May went. All of a sudden, my parents and brother are flying in on Tuesday!
My deep spring cleaning is in full swing. I cleaned out about half of my closet; 6 garbage bags full to the brim of shirts/pants/shorts/dresses/skirts/purses/shoes, etc, all now at Goodwill. All testament to my packrat tendencies and love of a good bargain, regardless if the piece actually fit with my sense of style. What helped was coming to grips with reality. Am I ever really going to wear that again? Why am I keeping it? Just because I have had it for 12 years doesn't mean I'm gonna ever use it again... Come on, girl, you know you can't wear heels over 2 inches... I didn't get rid of all my hopes and dreams pieces, but most of them. I got rid of a lot of my fat post-traumatic loss of the triplets clothes, all the stuff I was holding onto thinking I may tailor them at some point in the future, and most of what I originally had set aside to morph into clothes for Z and siblings. I've dropped 6 clothing sizes since I was pregnant. It took two years, plus, but I'm an 8 now, heading hopefully towards a 6. I still kept a few size 12 pieces and a majority of my size 10 ones since I can still wear them comfortably without them looking obviously too big. I got rid of everything that I didn't feel comfortable wearing, even if it still fit. Some of it was painful, and there were a few wistful wishing moments on the way to donating it, but I'm happy I was tough on myself. It's nice to see my stuff hanging up, to not be overwhelmed by it, to have space for it.
I now need to do the rest of it to our household goods. I've purged some nicknack items, but there is more to go. The kitchen is next. Then on to the mass of paperwork in the office. Somethings I'm debating keeping, things like cds. We don't even have a cd player and of course all of our music has long since been digitalized. We don't even buy cds any more, either settling for iTunes or Amazon. Also, I have no idea what to do with the toiletries like lotions and such, and cleaning agents that we no longer use because I've switched to natural or healthier versions.
I have no completed a week's worth of the C25K (Couch to 5K) program. I started on week 4 to see if I was in shape enough to run 5 minute intervals. No problem so I skipped to week 6, day 2 which was the first set of 10 minute runs. It wasn't too bad. Today was my first 25 minute run straight. I was concerned about my ability to complete the workout, but I did the whole thing, even though I wasn't exactly Sir Speedy through it. But I didn't stop or take a break. Made me feel good because I was especially worried about the last half of my run, which is all uphill. But I made it. On to week 7 on Tuesday. I want to get as far
I had my initial surgery appointment with Dr P. Much to my anger, he said that he never received the films from WAMC radiology, even though it took me 3 weeks of back and forth between his clinic and WAMC to get all the paperwork straight, to the right people, and my films supposedly mailed. He still needs the films despite being nice enough to schedule me for an HSG on Tuesday, based off of my word and ability to pick my blocked tube out of an internet imaging line up. The culprit was there, all right, except of course, it wasn't my film we were looking at. But we could have been. Based off of that, he said the tube definitely needs to come out. My concern is if on Tuesday, my tube spasms as the entrance to the uterus, there won't be proof of the blockage later on. So I need those old films to prove I saw what I saw so I can get the surgery I need if my tube is uncooperative this week.
WAMC so far has refused to mail me my own films. Well, they are going to get an ear full from me come tomorrow. I promise to start off as kindly as I can, but the wrath of all that is me will be brought to bear if they make me drive up to Fayette-nam, NC on Tuesday after picking up my parents at the airport, to collect these films in person. We're talking about an 11 hour drive ONE-WAY. Like I said, I will be less than happy to have to go in person. Ridiculous.
Hopefully it won't come to that. I know what my tube looked like in 2010, and short of a miracle, it will still be blocked. If I can prove that, either with the HSG on Tuesday and/or my films, then I will have surgery sometime shortly. The order is already in and my insurance should be getting pinged this week. The best plan is to be able to find the tube in the midst of the scar tissue that is my abdomen, disconnect it from my uterus, and remove it. If it is too connected to everything due to excessive scarring, then hopefully it can still be disconnected. Sometimes there is so much scar tissue that they can't find the tube, period. In that case, my surgery is going to be scheduled in conjunction with my doctor and the other surgeon who does tubal ligations (going in from inside the uterus), and that's what I will have if they can't cut the tube from the outside. Hopefully option 1 or 2 will work and I won't have to do a ligation.
I'm not looking forward to the HSG because it is so freaking painful for me. But I would fly to the moon and back if it moved me forward towards having a safer environment for an embryo. I will be even more unhappy if I have to drive 11 hours after my HSG. So that better not have to happen.
One more day until my parents get here. One more day to vacuum the house, get the laundry put away, dig out pillows for everyone, etc.
I'm a little overwhelmed but we grocery shopped today, so at least we have food. That's the most important bit, right? The rest is all window dressing.
Ok, time for me to hit the hay. I am exhausted! Z's teething is wiping me out.
*****
My deep spring cleaning is in full swing. I cleaned out about half of my closet; 6 garbage bags full to the brim of shirts/pants/shorts/dresses/skirts/purses/shoes, etc, all now at Goodwill. All testament to my packrat tendencies and love of a good bargain, regardless if the piece actually fit with my sense of style. What helped was coming to grips with reality. Am I ever really going to wear that again? Why am I keeping it? Just because I have had it for 12 years doesn't mean I'm gonna ever use it again... Come on, girl, you know you can't wear heels over 2 inches... I didn't get rid of all my hopes and dreams pieces, but most of them. I got rid of a lot of my fat post-traumatic loss of the triplets clothes, all the stuff I was holding onto thinking I may tailor them at some point in the future, and most of what I originally had set aside to morph into clothes for Z and siblings. I've dropped 6 clothing sizes since I was pregnant. It took two years, plus, but I'm an 8 now, heading hopefully towards a 6. I still kept a few size 12 pieces and a majority of my size 10 ones since I can still wear them comfortably without them looking obviously too big. I got rid of everything that I didn't feel comfortable wearing, even if it still fit. Some of it was painful, and there were a few wistful wishing moments on the way to donating it, but I'm happy I was tough on myself. It's nice to see my stuff hanging up, to not be overwhelmed by it, to have space for it.
I now need to do the rest of it to our household goods. I've purged some nicknack items, but there is more to go. The kitchen is next. Then on to the mass of paperwork in the office. Somethings I'm debating keeping, things like cds. We don't even have a cd player and of course all of our music has long since been digitalized. We don't even buy cds any more, either settling for iTunes or Amazon. Also, I have no idea what to do with the toiletries like lotions and such, and cleaning agents that we no longer use because I've switched to natural or healthier versions.
*****
I have no completed a week's worth of the C25K (Couch to 5K) program. I started on week 4 to see if I was in shape enough to run 5 minute intervals. No problem so I skipped to week 6, day 2 which was the first set of 10 minute runs. It wasn't too bad. Today was my first 25 minute run straight. I was concerned about my ability to complete the workout, but I did the whole thing, even though I wasn't exactly Sir Speedy through it. But I didn't stop or take a break. Made me feel good because I was especially worried about the last half of my run, which is all uphill. But I made it. On to week 7 on Tuesday. I want to get as far
*****
WAMC so far has refused to mail me my own films. Well, they are going to get an ear full from me come tomorrow. I promise to start off as kindly as I can, but the wrath of all that is me will be brought to bear if they make me drive up to Fayette-nam, NC on Tuesday after picking up my parents at the airport, to collect these films in person. We're talking about an 11 hour drive ONE-WAY. Like I said, I will be less than happy to have to go in person. Ridiculous.
Hopefully it won't come to that. I know what my tube looked like in 2010, and short of a miracle, it will still be blocked. If I can prove that, either with the HSG on Tuesday and/or my films, then I will have surgery sometime shortly. The order is already in and my insurance should be getting pinged this week. The best plan is to be able to find the tube in the midst of the scar tissue that is my abdomen, disconnect it from my uterus, and remove it. If it is too connected to everything due to excessive scarring, then hopefully it can still be disconnected. Sometimes there is so much scar tissue that they can't find the tube, period. In that case, my surgery is going to be scheduled in conjunction with my doctor and the other surgeon who does tubal ligations (going in from inside the uterus), and that's what I will have if they can't cut the tube from the outside. Hopefully option 1 or 2 will work and I won't have to do a ligation.
I'm not looking forward to the HSG because it is so freaking painful for me. But I would fly to the moon and back if it moved me forward towards having a safer environment for an embryo. I will be even more unhappy if I have to drive 11 hours after my HSG. So that better not have to happen.
*****
One more day until my parents get here. One more day to vacuum the house, get the laundry put away, dig out pillows for everyone, etc.
I'm a little overwhelmed but we grocery shopped today, so at least we have food. That's the most important bit, right? The rest is all window dressing.
Ok, time for me to hit the hay. I am exhausted! Z's teething is wiping me out.
1 comments:
have fun with them and give them hugs for me!
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