Relating to gifts, I had no hope whatsoever that my husband (who has never gotten his own mother a gift, we’ve been together for 6 mother’s days now) would get me a gift. I know, I know, I DESERVE it! So, I’m not mad. I’m mostly resigned, and I’ve been buying myself gifts all week to make up for it. I do decide to tell him (as Mother’s Day reaches its end) that he HAS to get me a gift for the next major event in my life (my birthday) or I will buy myself a gift times 5.
So, what did my in-laws get me?... a potted plant and an empty card. I think I’m going to add a dollar bill to every card I give out from now on. It’s too much fun checking for something falling out and then having actual money fall out! I think I will. Also, if I happen to make plans to be elsewhere on Mother’s Day next year, then I will not feel guilty (or at least too guilty). Does this make me a money grubber, or shallow? Probably. Ah well.
“Happy Mother’s Day early!” Says a cheerful employee at my doctor’s office last week. I suddenly wanted to cry. Why? I am a mother even if I just lost a baby. I decided to think about it later. Well, I thought about it and came up with 2 reasons why it made me sad. Number 1: the saying instantly reminds me of what I’ve just lost and 2: it makes me feel like a failure. I feel like I failed my child, or I failed at being a mother. Realizing this also makes me feel better, because that’s dumb!
Today, I had one of my 50 follow-up appointments. Had my blood drawn again to check HcG levels and saw my midwife. I’ve gotten a clean bill of health. Things are looking good and by next week, hopefully everything in my body will be back to normal. How’d we get here? Tuesday I was crouching over my mirror (ewwee) and saw pus that was not in the right place! Urethra pus, so I got a prescription for an antibiotic for the UTI and by Wednesday I felt LOADS better. Wednesday I passed lots of stinky (rotten) flesh followed by pus and this makes me freak and call my doctor loads of times… sweet ladies. But it looks like the antibiotic did its thing and treated all the infection in my body and I’ve been able to pass the rest of the tissues. Whoohoo! I’m at the end. This has been going on TOO long.
Too bad I didn’t take advantage of the HcG diet fad. Remember it? You inject your body with HcG and then eat only 500 or so calories a day. People then lost over a pound a day! My body already has the HcG, so all I’d have to do is diet? Nah. Plus I lost weight already :). It's time for some chocolate!