Rollercoaster BS

Since that faithful appointment when they told me that there is nothing in there, I have had to go back in for another one a week later just to double check. This was last Thursday. Well it turns out there is something in there and we even got to see its strong healthy heartbeat. Exciting!!! They ended up putting me at about 7.5 weeks along and that everything was all hunky dory.  That night we went to a concert and had a great time and were all riding on happy and completely shocked vibes.

The weekend seemed to fly by and I had some not so fun adventures in trying to get a dress for a wedding that we need to hop a plane for. To make an extremely embarrassing story short, I got stuck in a dress and the lovely associate had to yank the dress off of me over my head. My whole life I have had to deal with the fact that my body was bigger than my boobs. I finally have the tables turned and was wholly unprepared. I won’t make that mistake again! I ended up buying two dresses that are equally pretty hideous and are going to return and just end up wearing a black dress with some flowers on it that I have at home. Trip and embarrassment totally worthwhile.

Last night we went for a nice leisurely walk around the neighborhood with our neighbor friends who have the 2 month old that scared the bajesus out of me when I watched him for a whopping 3 hours. When they got back apparently a pipe on the back of their toilet broke (the one that supplies fresh water, thank God) and they ended up with 3 inches of water in their house running down walls and pooling up in lights. So we had a neighbor sleepover! Since there was water in the electrical, we told them that it would be safest to just leave the breaker off until they can get a contractor out and they can  just spend the night with us. It’s not like we don’t have the room. So they came over with some stuff from the fridge and freezer and the baby and the dog and all their stuff. Fun!

This morning… not so fun. They got up and left to head back down the street to their house around 7:30 and while I was up getting ready to not scare them with my stellar morning beauty I began bleeding. Not like the (TMI warning) light brown spotting from the extra fibroid residents, but full on bleeding. I’m super crampy and have had a headache for a week now so I should have realized something was too good to be true. Whatever.  I’m just sick of the damn rollercoaster. Like super sick of it. And what makes it all worse is the impending doom of having to take a cross country flight within 24 hours of figuring out if it is dead in there or what. If it is, whatever. Just do the damn procedure and let me get on with my life. If it isn’t, what are they going to do? Put me on bed rest?  Still not an option that is really going to work out considering the tickets are bought and paid for. Either way, it’s extremely discouraging and really really makes me think twice about even trying this whole thing again. I want off this ride. Now.