The sterilization process has begun. Last week I had the Essure procedure done and now we wait for three months until the test to make sure that nothing can get past the blocked fallopian tubes. I'd like to say that this was a smooth process and that I recommend it to everyone but here's the truth. I recommend it to those of you who have had children and don't want anymore. Those of you who haven't had kids (like me) will feel some serious pain. This procedure should only take 10 minutes or so. I'm pretty sure it took longer but that's not a big deal. The issue. My teeny tiny hardly dilated cervix. I thought I had a high tolerance for pain but it turns out that with that amount of metal, pressure and foreign objects in my vagina, pushing on my cervix and thrusting into my fallopian tubes--I do not have a tolerance for that pain. It makes me think that I'd have been one of those really annoying women giving birth that irritates me. This procedure was right up there with the liver biopsy. As soon as the device and speculum was out, I was fine. I was cramping afterward but didn't even take meds. The next morning I felt great. All in all 15 minutes of pain was worth it.
I'm so happy and relieved that the procedure was done and that very soon I do not have to trouble myself with birth control. I don't regret any of it and would do it again.
This isn't your grandmothers blog.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Hurdles
There's always a hurdle and I find myself saying things will be better after this event and this on sale. My life is really pathetic at times. I'm no longer Gaga for the Lady.
Saturday will bring me beer, friends and lots of naughty food. Happiness!
Saturday will bring me beer, friends and lots of naughty food. Happiness!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Cancelled
My new doctors office called on Friday to tell me my doctor no longer works for them and my Essure will have to be done with someone else and rescheduled.
This is really starting to annoy me.
This is really starting to annoy me.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Too fat for my sports bra
The last time I went to the gym I had a realization that I'm too fat for my sports bra. I haven't been back since. Tomorrow, I will try again.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
The wait is over!
Who has time to blog when there are so many other things on the to-do list? However it's nice to share tidbits with those of you who might be interested more in our life than what I choose to share via more popular traditional social media.
As of late my position at work is being adjusted to the loss of an employee. We'll hire someone new but not exactly the same position. Things are always changing and adaptation is key. Luckily I enjoy new challenges and a chance to learn so I'm looking forward to these new and permanent changes. More of that when I can actually talk about it...
This fatty is back in the gym, hating every minute of it and still eating like crap. I need some motivation and if I had a good time to cleanse, I would. It's the busy season and I'm booked with lunches, happy hours, client events and soon, football. I know. Weird but I'm probably going to a lot if not all games this year.
Christ is still in Hutto working nights and I'm almost used to this 12 hour annoying schedule that they're on. He's happy and I suppose that's what's really important. That and bean and cheese biscuits.
The furies are up to their usual antics. Misbehaving, eating things they shouldn't and generally boggling their human's minds as to how they manage to accomplish the destruction. Jocko is a grumpy old man and now snarks and growls at Buster more often. Like any other annoying little brother Bus never gives up and eventually Jocko is too tired to dish out the attitude.
We haven't had a foster in several months and by the look of it we won't have another one for quite some time. Christ put the kabosh on fostering. Something about peace and quiet and needing to sleep during the day. (He's so needy!)
To the meat! I'm scheduled for the Essure procedure on Sept. 21st. This means that I will irreversibly be sterilized. I've been looking forward to this day since I was 19. I keep getting the same question. "What if you decide you want children after the procedure?" I'm pretty sure that will be impossible and much like the decision to have children could come packaged with regret, mine will not ruin someone else's life. It's time to be a grown up and make decisions and stick to them because they're mine. I'm not ignorant. I could wake up 24 hours after I have the procedure and decide I want children. Guess what? Too late! Not only that there are plenty of unwanted children out there; I know a lot of their parents. No,I'm not going to change my mind about this procedure and yes, I've thought about it. I've been weighing the sweet smiles and "firsts" like pooping in the potty and wrecking their car along with the only real reason to have kids, to take care of you when you're old, with the fact that I do not want to raise a child 24/7. I'm too responsible and demanding which would make me a great parent but it doesn't change the fact that I'm not interested. So, let's digest it and move on.
Here's to another day in the life of me!
As of late my position at work is being adjusted to the loss of an employee. We'll hire someone new but not exactly the same position. Things are always changing and adaptation is key. Luckily I enjoy new challenges and a chance to learn so I'm looking forward to these new and permanent changes. More of that when I can actually talk about it...
This fatty is back in the gym, hating every minute of it and still eating like crap. I need some motivation and if I had a good time to cleanse, I would. It's the busy season and I'm booked with lunches, happy hours, client events and soon, football. I know. Weird but I'm probably going to a lot if not all games this year.
Christ is still in Hutto working nights and I'm almost used to this 12 hour annoying schedule that they're on. He's happy and I suppose that's what's really important. That and bean and cheese biscuits.
The furies are up to their usual antics. Misbehaving, eating things they shouldn't and generally boggling their human's minds as to how they manage to accomplish the destruction. Jocko is a grumpy old man and now snarks and growls at Buster more often. Like any other annoying little brother Bus never gives up and eventually Jocko is too tired to dish out the attitude.
We haven't had a foster in several months and by the look of it we won't have another one for quite some time. Christ put the kabosh on fostering. Something about peace and quiet and needing to sleep during the day. (He's so needy!)
To the meat! I'm scheduled for the Essure procedure on Sept. 21st. This means that I will irreversibly be sterilized. I've been looking forward to this day since I was 19. I keep getting the same question. "What if you decide you want children after the procedure?" I'm pretty sure that will be impossible and much like the decision to have children could come packaged with regret, mine will not ruin someone else's life. It's time to be a grown up and make decisions and stick to them because they're mine. I'm not ignorant. I could wake up 24 hours after I have the procedure and decide I want children. Guess what? Too late! Not only that there are plenty of unwanted children out there; I know a lot of their parents. No,I'm not going to change my mind about this procedure and yes, I've thought about it. I've been weighing the sweet smiles and "firsts" like pooping in the potty and wrecking their car along with the only real reason to have kids, to take care of you when you're old, with the fact that I do not want to raise a child 24/7. I'm too responsible and demanding which would make me a great parent but it doesn't change the fact that I'm not interested. So, let's digest it and move on.
Here's to another day in the life of me!
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