Needle in a haystack. Or my back.
Tomorrow at 1 p.m., I will be astride the surgical stirrups once again. I will be exactly 14 weeks, starving because I can't eat after midnight, crabby because I will be nervous, wincing because there will be a needle in my spine and annoyed because I will bet my ass my husband will be surfing the Internet instead of pacing the waiting room.
The cerclage placement itself is so routine to me by now that I feel I could perform it myself. That would result in some serious contortions on my part, but definitely an option to consider.
Seriously, how come no one from "A Baby Story" or any of those other pregnancy TV shows has come knocking at my door? This is some solid material right here. I would give them funny in the face of adversity. Or at least some really smartass commentary. They don't know what they're missing.
In the meantime, let me share a little anecdote with you: don't forget your deodorant when attending a wedding and wearing a sleeveless dress. Because you will be convinced you have BO and spend the entire dinner freaking out that everyone else can smell it and will spend the next 24 hours talking about you. Then you will be forced to walk, in heels, several blocks looking for a convenience store. Which ended up being a gas station. So you then walk back to the hotel and get in your car and drive to a Shopko where you will purchase deodorant and weep with joy upon putting it on in your car.
This is the exact reason I had a fully stocked bathroom basket at my wedding with everything from deodorant to tampons to mouthwash. You just never know when you'll be caught off guard.
You can bet I will be wearing my deodorant tomorrow. Never let them see you sweat in the OR, right?
The cerclage placement itself is so routine to me by now that I feel I could perform it myself. That would result in some serious contortions on my part, but definitely an option to consider.
Seriously, how come no one from "A Baby Story" or any of those other pregnancy TV shows has come knocking at my door? This is some solid material right here. I would give them funny in the face of adversity. Or at least some really smartass commentary. They don't know what they're missing.
In the meantime, let me share a little anecdote with you: don't forget your deodorant when attending a wedding and wearing a sleeveless dress. Because you will be convinced you have BO and spend the entire dinner freaking out that everyone else can smell it and will spend the next 24 hours talking about you. Then you will be forced to walk, in heels, several blocks looking for a convenience store. Which ended up being a gas station. So you then walk back to the hotel and get in your car and drive to a Shopko where you will purchase deodorant and weep with joy upon putting it on in your car.
This is the exact reason I had a fully stocked bathroom basket at my wedding with everything from deodorant to tampons to mouthwash. You just never know when you'll be caught off guard.
You can bet I will be wearing my deodorant tomorrow. Never let them see you sweat in the OR, right?
Labels: Incompetent Cervix, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
11:13 PM
4 Comments:
Good luck with your procedure. I'll be thinking of you and saying prayers. Hoping you can come home with some snark. LOL I always enjoy reading your posts. They make me smile.
good luck tomorrow. Tell Josh to take you out afterwards, you deserve it.
good luck!
I couldn't help but laugh at the idea of performing the procedure yourself. Having been there myself, I can totally see what that would look like. LOL
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