What a month!! Sigh...

It all started when I went to my primary care doctor to take care of some routine things: allergy med refills, breast lump, endometriosis check-up, etc. I mentioned that I had been dizzy and suspected more anemia. Blood work proved me right. In the interim between getting an in with a hematologist, I sorta got, you know, knocked up... Yay, due date on Mini-Me's bday! Maybe another Father's day gift, eh? No worries, the hematologist scheduled me for some Venifer (my drug of choice) which is iron in a drip bag for all you losers that have to take those nasty green iron supplements... :) On the downside, I caught influenza or something else evil at the doctors office and was literally checked-out for 2 weeks straight. Hope Baby likes cough syrup... :)

Not long later, one of our quarterly Enrichment meetings: assembling 72-hour kits! It went well, and my back is even feeling fine after strong-arming three flats of good to the church (thanks missionaries and RS sisses for your brawn!), and one flat back to Costco of extra stuff. Love the job of Enrichment leader; hate the stress. So when Thurs night rolled around and I simply had to make yummy food to eat and host some friends for book group, no prob! (Note: Shattered Dreams: My Life as a Polygamous Wife by Irene Spencer.) By Friday, though I was getting tired! Fortunately, we only had to take Bub to her Hip Hop class and check out the hospital birthing center of choice.

Saturday morning got me up ready to do an easy 4.5 mile run from church to home after our turn at cleaning. Unfortunately, I never got to that run, or much of anything else this past weekend as I was dealing with miscarriage fun. But as I told Dh, it's better than the bedrest I thought I would be on if it was a pregnancy complication. Frankly, it's not nice to miscarry, but it's worse to sit around your house wondering what is happening and not being able to participate in any of the activities with your family. I couldn't even do Rock-a-bye-baby (full contact edition) with Mini-Me, or dance with Shrimp, or carry clothes for the consignment sale to the car. LAME! So in some respects, I am relieved. And I have a FAB Ob/Gyn who is allowing me the pleasure of donating MORE blood to a righteous cause (the vampires at LabTech). He says it's to check for things that could be causing the recurrent miscarriages, but sometimes I wonder. Fortunately, I still have my punch card and only need two more punches before I get my free bedpan and an entry to win a fully motorized hospital bed...

As if this all wasn't enough, we topped the morning off with a heavy dose of raw sewage all over my freshly sorted (but still dirty) laundry in the basement. Diagnosis: tree root in blocking the main line. I KNEW there was something malevolent about all those bark-covered giants outside! Or maybe that's because I've seen too many Tarkovsky movies with the evil wind blowing through the trees... (Yes, I am scared of windy trees.)

So although it's certainly not a competition, I bet my week was crazier than yours... :) On a bright note, there were some laughs. Take for example the sonographer probing around for like 5 minutes, asking if I'm constipated and all sorts of weird things before I finally realize she's looking for my non-existent left ovary... Oops, forgot to mention the laparotomy... tee, hee Oh, and me trying to explain to Shrimp that the baby was defective and we have to get a NEW one (we had just told them)--she responded asking if we could get one that matched Mini-Me. And one final belly-laugh: watching Mini-Me trying to ride both Bub & Domba at the same time like horses and laughing like crazy as she fell off time and time again. Wish I had been there when the kids saw the sign I put on the basement door this afternoon:
So even though I wanted to end this post with a fun scan of a little embryo, I close by saying I'm glad I got what I got, and I'm grateful I don't have to have another mammogram for at least a decade... :0

(The world-renowned bedpan banjo...)