Apparently many of you are wondering why I’m having surgery. I had a lot of baby-factory problems, which is why it took me 7 years to get pregnant with Ben. When by some miracle I did finally get pregnant, they said “Stay pregnant, because when you’re done, this stuff (endometriosis) is so bad it will come back with a vengeance and you’ll have to have it all out.” So, I was pregnant or nursing for 9 years, but over the past two years that I wasn’t pregnant, I started having a lot of discomfort, like there’s a rock garden in there or something. I finally remembered this last ominous warning my OB had given me long ago and I went into my doctor here and he said, “Yep, it’s a mess in there, endometrial cysts, fibroids, who knows what else, you’ve got to have it all out.” This also means ovaries, which are a source and implant place for a lot of the problems, so that means pills for 15 years, and it also means that David likes to refer to my surgery as a “gender reassignment.”
I am uncomfortable enough now that I am sad about waiting another month, but it’s for the best.
There’s your TMI for the day. Hope you enjoyed it.