whoops!
Last night, I was uncomfortable. In a crampy, I'm-gonna-have-my-period sorta way. But let's not forget that I am now sans uterus and ovaries. Which leaves very few culprits for a cramping source. So I heated up a rice bag and went back to bed at 3:30 this morning. I slept until Halle woke up, at which point (7:30 ish) she came into bed with us. (As a side note, I'm getting very used to laying in bed, with my chai, hubby and child(ren) and my laptop for a couple of hours every morning. Next week might really suck when it comes to having to be up and functional and getting kids to school!)
All was well. And then right about 11:30, I squatted down to get the dishsoap from under the sink and felt something pop as I stood back up. And then I started bleeding. As in, immediately soaked through my jeans. (TMI, I know.)
So one quick visit to the doctor's office and an ultrasound later, it would appear that I broke through a stitch. Somewhere. The good news? There are multiple layers of stitches and everything that needs to be stitched up? Is still stitched up. The doctor put me on bedrest today and I can resume normal activity tomorrow, assuming that I am no longer bleeding. (Again, TMI, I know.)
So I farmed out my kiddos, since John was working (thank you Linda and Pina and Robyn!) and spent the remainder of the day on the couch. Good times. Let's just say that I am all caught up reading all my favorite blogs (and about a bazillion new ones) as well as browsing any and all possible online shopping sites. Thus far, other than a little $$ spent at etsy, I've managed to refrain from buying anything. Thankfully.
Now, John is putting Halle into bed. And here I sit/lay. I'm crabby and short with everyone. (Sorry.) I have remembered how much I love being home with my kids. At the same time, I've remembered how much energy they have when they are not in school! Plus, they talk. All. The. Time. Non-stop.
Anywho . . .
I almost tackled taking down the Christmas tree today. Ultimately, it didn't happen. But I'm close. Really close. I am thinking that tomorrow, all medical issues aside, it could happen. I could get all the ornaments off and wrapped and packed up and then John could take down the lights and drag the tree out. Then he or Dylan could vacuum since I'm not allowed to. It almost feels like a plan . . .
And a plan feels better than sitting on the couch!
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