So I feel I’ve already leapt the most awkward hurdle of the next 24 hours.
I’ll just let you know that administering two pills per my ONE VAGINA involved some advanced yoga moves Wii Fit doesn’t even know about and a MacGyver rigged tampon.
My belly is marked, the winning submission was “Please leave cleaner than you found it.” followed quite closely by “I won’t hate you if you take out 10 lbs.”
(spelling on your belly is hard, yo.)
On a more serious note (meaning one that doesn’t involve my vagina or drugs in any direct way) back in February during the Coyote Ugly Bar Dancing Extravaganza Blissdom ’09 I met a little lady with a Suhthin’ drawl named Rachel. Cute as a button I declared that we would be friends immediately. And so we were.
On the closing night of Blissdom, Rachel and I were at a GNO shindig where they gave out some lovely door prizes. When they announced that one of the giveaways was a lavender pearl set from Peachbutt Design Studio I believe my exact words were “SHUT UP.”
Rachel and I bonded over our mutual love of pearls and how fancy they make us feel.
Rachel’s name was picked first for the giveaway.
I watched her walk over and pick out the lovely pearl set.
“Good! I thought. They’re going to a PROPER pearl lover. The only place pearls truly belong.”
Then I watched as she walked towards me and shoved them into my hands.
(Totally awesome picture of both of us by mom-e-centric. But don’t look at us, look at the sentiment! OOH! SENTIMENT!)
The day after I arrived home from Blissdom I had my first official “infertility appointment” with my new doctor.
I wore my new pearls.
I have since worn them to every fertility related appointment since. I rolled them in my fingers during my ultrasound. I held tight do them during my hysterosalpingogram. Today will be no exception. Well, except that I can’t wear jewelry during surgery so my darling Ami will be wearing them for me in the waiting room. Also? I can’t wear makeup. Not even a dusting of powder or a smear of mascara. Boo.
I figure if the pearls started out their life already being payed forward twice after being handmade? There’s got to be something to that.
And you’d better believe I’ll be wearing them the day moosh 2.0 comes spewing forth from my loins.
Thank you for all your virtual hand holding. Britt had a request to see #caseysuterus as a trending topic on twitter today. If that really could happen? It would probably be the most awesome thing ever. (You know, next to shiny clean ovaries and what not.)
xoxo my lovelies.
(Oh, and P.S. to my little kid. Thanks for letting me take your Pooh Bear with me today. And no, they won’t actually tear my tummy open and yes I’ll ask for Hello Kitty band-aids and no, anesthesia is not the same as medistasia (medicine + Cinderella’s wicked stepsister.))
Oh! And while I’m off zzzzing why don’t you enter to win a bedtime kit worth over $250!