I went to the doctor on Tuesday. Good news! My uterus is back in business. Apparently what the doctor thought was a polyp two weeks ago wasn't a polyp, but most likely just left over miscarriage business. I told him that I guess I needed to be more patient while recovering. He said, "That's exactly right. It's not like ordering a hamburger." I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that, but I think it means that reproduction can be complicated. He also told me that it all would've been over much quicker if I had opted for the D&C, but he understood my wishes to wait it out. So, YAY!
I had an ultrasound and my endometrium looked very normal. It was beautiful. I kept asking her, "Are you sure? What's that dark spot? What's that? Are you sure?" She assured me she knew what she was doing.
So to sum everything up, I bled for six weeks. It wasn't fun. But listen to this....On Sunday, July 24th, after church I was carrying a sleeping George as I was stepping into the van to put him into his car seat. As I stepped up into the van, my foot slipped and I came crashing down and banged my shin on the step of the van and hit my left rib on the armrest of the back seat. It totally knocked the wind out of me. My husband was just staring at me wondering what the heck just happened, because I dropped George onto the seat, and I was just laying there stunned and unable to breathe or say anything while tears were dripping out of my eyes and I was exposing everything under my skirt to the rest of the parking lot. Finally I managed to gasp, "I got....(gasp)...the wind...(gasp)....knocked out...(gasp)....of me." I suffered much shin pain that day and I'm still suffering bruised rib pain almost two weeks later. But here's the weird thing....I didn't have a single drop of blood after that incident. You know what I think? I think I knocked my reproductive system into working order when I fell. I decided not to bring up my theory to my doctor this time. I didn't want him to tell me he didn't think my theory was true because I'm pretty sure I'm right. Or maybe it's just a coincidence.
So that is my status. Now to post a few more vacay photos. Here are some from our third day, July 2nd. I know I said that I would combine days, but it's kind of difficult and tedious to sift through photos and make decisions on which ones to post.
I had an ultrasound and my endometrium looked very normal. It was beautiful. I kept asking her, "Are you sure? What's that dark spot? What's that? Are you sure?" She assured me she knew what she was doing.
So to sum everything up, I bled for six weeks. It wasn't fun. But listen to this....On Sunday, July 24th, after church I was carrying a sleeping George as I was stepping into the van to put him into his car seat. As I stepped up into the van, my foot slipped and I came crashing down and banged my shin on the step of the van and hit my left rib on the armrest of the back seat. It totally knocked the wind out of me. My husband was just staring at me wondering what the heck just happened, because I dropped George onto the seat, and I was just laying there stunned and unable to breathe or say anything while tears were dripping out of my eyes and I was exposing everything under my skirt to the rest of the parking lot. Finally I managed to gasp, "I got....(gasp)...the wind...(gasp)....knocked out...(gasp)....of me." I suffered much shin pain that day and I'm still suffering bruised rib pain almost two weeks later. But here's the weird thing....I didn't have a single drop of blood after that incident. You know what I think? I think I knocked my reproductive system into working order when I fell. I decided not to bring up my theory to my doctor this time. I didn't want him to tell me he didn't think my theory was true because I'm pretty sure I'm right. Or maybe it's just a coincidence.
So that is my status. Now to post a few more vacay photos. Here are some from our third day, July 2nd. I know I said that I would combine days, but it's kind of difficult and tedious to sift through photos and make decisions on which ones to post.
Harrisburg, PA
For those of you just joining in, I have a goal to have my picture in front of every state capitol building. It all began in 1995, or maybe it was 1996. Anyway, a college friend of mine who was from Seattle asked me to drive home with her after school was finished for the year. So we drove from Southern California to Washington State. The route included three state capitals. It was by the time we stopped at Olympia, WA that I was hooked. I think I have 35 or something now. I've been to Harrisburg, PA before, but it was before the days of digital, so I redo any capitals that I've been to before digital. Supposedly this capitol has been voted by the Smithsonian to be the most beautiful capitol building. My husband voted it gaudy. There was a lot of gold and enormous chandeliers.
Hill Cumorah Visitors' Center
This is at the Visitor's Center of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints at Hill Cumorah in Palmyra, New York. It is so rare to get a family photo where you can see the face of every single member of the family.
Family photo in front of the Statue Moroni.
Another family photo where you can see everyone's face. I'm convinced this place is truly a place of miracles.
A picture with a Sister Missionary. I hope she doesn't mind me posting her picture on the Internet, but I had to take one. (She shouldn't mind because she is very photogenic. A lot more photogenic than Rachel.) If you look closely, her name is Sister Hill. I just thought it was really cool that Sister Hill was serving a mission at Hill Cumorah. I covet her teeth.
A picture with Auntie. I wish I had a picture of Nani, but I didn't get a very good one this day. But she is sitting over to the right in her brand new recliner watching all the chaos.
I love you! you make me laugh so hard!!
ReplyDeleteThat picture of Rachel with her Papa makes me miss my Grandpa. Oh, the excitement of such small things! I love it!
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