Just saw the doc.
Tumor sounds scarier than cyst. Is it the same? It isn't, right? Or is it the same? I don't know. I kept saying cyst and Doc kept correcting me with tumor. Whatever. It was benign, it's gone, la la la.
The removal of an ovary is called an oophorectomy. What a fun word.
Doc and I were at the desk right before you exit the back of the office and he was filling out a prescription for me. Here's how the conversation went. Note there were numerous nurses and some pharmacy reps standing there.
Me: Oh! I forgot to ask. I'm off all restrictions now, right?
Him: WHAT? No! You've got five more weeks.
Him: Yeah! You just had major surgery!
Me: Five weeks!
Him: I told you that.
Me: I wasn't listening! You mean I can't lift anything for five weeks?
Him: Nothing over 20 pounds.
Me: But one baby is 22 pounds. How am I going to pull this off?
Him: Unless you want to end up back in the hospital- no lifting.
Me: And what about, you know... *winks* You know.
Him: Sex? You just had major surgery!!
Me: I know but I'm bored!
Him: Five more weeks!
Me: You're not making it a very Merry Christmas at my house.
Him: Five weeks.
Then I stopped at Target and thought I was going to DIE. I was fine all the way to Pharmacy. Left Pharmacy for Children's Clothing and wondered how I'd make it back to Pharmacy for my prescription. That was stupid of me.
Then I got into line that was six people deep, Merry Freakin Christmas, and leaned over my cart in attempts to hold myself up, wondering how I was going to handle this, for real. Five weeks, no lifting Juna. How would I get Juna into her crib? How would I get Juna into her high chair? How would I get both babies into the car to pick up Boo from her activities?
The answer is I can't and I won't. I have to get extremely clever. Mattresses and seats will go on the floor. A friend will be paid to fetch the child as needed.
This is life when you only have one family member and that family member has a job and all your friends have kids.
I am SOOOOOOO ready for this crazy year to end. This is my third instance of needing help this year for an extended period of time. Post birth and Av in the NICU in Jaunary. Two weeks in China in June. And now six weeks for surgery.
NOTHING can go wrong next year with me. Seriously. Everyone is fried, tapped out, and I'm sick of needing help. I don't do well with needing help.
Counting the days until January 8th...