Nulligravida
I would like to preface this by saying that overall this visit was amusing... for at one point I'm on the table, feet in the stirrups, mid-exam... and we're talking about the NFL Officials strike and importance of competent referees in any sport. This is why I wanted to go with Dr. Hayes for the surgery.
Nothing untoward, unexpected, or noteworthy for the visit. We did my annual exam and pap smear... she said that barring any complications it will most likely be my last one ever.
Then we moved on to my Pre-Op, where she basically gave me the rundown of what to expect on the day of surgery; and then my stay at the hospital (surgery is on a Friday, she is foreseeing me being discharged on Sunday, not Monday).
At one point I told her that I was using the previous myomectomy as a guideline and basing my expectations on that; and she said that this was not at all unreasonable and that my experience and recovery will be very similar. She did talk about some of the potential issues that might come up... such as scar tissue from the previous surgery warranting the assistance of a general surgeon; but for now she is not concerned.
All in all, both appointments combined equaled an hour; and I was done and out the door much faster than expected.
I am still mentally going to hold on to the timeline I had for the myomectomy, and continue my planning as such.
Oh, I also learned of a new word this morning... a new label for me. Nulligravida - n. A woman who has never conceived a child.
This both fascinates me and depresses me a little. It is what I am, tho. I don't intend to change that before Nov 2nd tho... so that label will stay with me til the end of my days.
I remember my Uncle and my Dad mating my Golden Lab/Samoyed mix with a full blood Samoyed when we moved to Buffalo from Cali. My Uncle said that it was a good idea to breed her at least once before getting her spayed. I know it isn't the same thing; but I find myself circling that same frame of thought as I watch the calendar count down (well, up) to Nov 2nd. I'm getting myself spayed before making a baby.
I feel kind of guilty about that; like I'm somehow shirking my responsibility as the female of my species. I know it's irrational; especially considering it isn't like we're in a low population crisis or anything. I'm not in a position to have or raise a child. If anything, I'm being overly responsible in the opposite direction.
From a health standpoint, this will benefit me. My abdomen won't have an 18 week non-baby distorting it. My kidneys and bladder won't have unnatural squeezing and pressure. My blood count will go back to normal and hopefully the anemia will subside. I won't have abnormally heavy monthy cycles and cramps. I won't be at risk for cervical cancer. I won't be at risk for unplanned pregnancy. With luck some of the belly pooch will go away and I can find my true physical shape. I will have the energy and mobility to do the things I want and/or need to do.
This is for my benefit. There is nothing for me to feel guilty about. There is nothing for me to feel ashamed or inadequate or unworthy about.
I have to keep telling myself this... because right now it is extremely easy for me to forget it.
T Minus 29 days and counting.
Nothing untoward, unexpected, or noteworthy for the visit. We did my annual exam and pap smear... she said that barring any complications it will most likely be my last one ever.
Then we moved on to my Pre-Op, where she basically gave me the rundown of what to expect on the day of surgery; and then my stay at the hospital (surgery is on a Friday, she is foreseeing me being discharged on Sunday, not Monday).
At one point I told her that I was using the previous myomectomy as a guideline and basing my expectations on that; and she said that this was not at all unreasonable and that my experience and recovery will be very similar. She did talk about some of the potential issues that might come up... such as scar tissue from the previous surgery warranting the assistance of a general surgeon; but for now she is not concerned.
All in all, both appointments combined equaled an hour; and I was done and out the door much faster than expected.
I am still mentally going to hold on to the timeline I had for the myomectomy, and continue my planning as such.
Oh, I also learned of a new word this morning... a new label for me. Nulligravida - n. A woman who has never conceived a child.
This both fascinates me and depresses me a little. It is what I am, tho. I don't intend to change that before Nov 2nd tho... so that label will stay with me til the end of my days.
I remember my Uncle and my Dad mating my Golden Lab/Samoyed mix with a full blood Samoyed when we moved to Buffalo from Cali. My Uncle said that it was a good idea to breed her at least once before getting her spayed. I know it isn't the same thing; but I find myself circling that same frame of thought as I watch the calendar count down (well, up) to Nov 2nd. I'm getting myself spayed before making a baby.
I feel kind of guilty about that; like I'm somehow shirking my responsibility as the female of my species. I know it's irrational; especially considering it isn't like we're in a low population crisis or anything. I'm not in a position to have or raise a child. If anything, I'm being overly responsible in the opposite direction.
From a health standpoint, this will benefit me. My abdomen won't have an 18 week non-baby distorting it. My kidneys and bladder won't have unnatural squeezing and pressure. My blood count will go back to normal and hopefully the anemia will subside. I won't have abnormally heavy monthy cycles and cramps. I won't be at risk for cervical cancer. I won't be at risk for unplanned pregnancy. With luck some of the belly pooch will go away and I can find my true physical shape. I will have the energy and mobility to do the things I want and/or need to do.
This is for my benefit. There is nothing for me to feel guilty about. There is nothing for me to feel ashamed or inadequate or unworthy about.
I have to keep telling myself this... because right now it is extremely easy for me to forget it.
T Minus 29 days and counting.