here I go. again.

It's been two weeks since the D&C procedure, and I'm feeling 95%. I feel like I have a few more months of just being me, no pregnant body or a ball and chain nursing baby (don't get me wrong, I actually enjoy nursing my babies, the only hard part is, I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO IT! When I think back to my 'nursing babies' days, I remember wishing that Mark could grow breasts just to help me out sometimes!!)

I'm looking at this miscarriage like its all part of the bigger picture, and I get a little more time to myself before I subject my body to another pregnancy. For those experienced with pregnancy, it's not easy, and it changes your body. for. good.

So this is my second chance before kid #3 comes along to focus on getting some extra weight off and just being content with my two kids. Sounds easy, right?

I went to the gym today and did some fun classes back to back with a friend. We did a Zumba class first and it was a dancing class, which got my heart rate up a bit and some sweat going. Next was the kick boxing class and I would describe that more like a butt kicking class. Yeah, I was REALLY feeling it half way through. I finished, but felt like I got the tar beat outta me.

Easier said than done.

Here I go. Again.

post op/paradise

So, I made it through the surgery. I'm actually feeling OK, just the cramping is getting annoying (yeah for motrin), but I have to say how grateful I am that the anesthesia didn't make me vomit today (its done so in the past, so what a relief!). I'm grateful for talented, caring Doctors that put themselves through rigorous schooling, testing and so much training. As I was coming out of it this morning, I felt so much gratitude towards the nurses and doctors for taking such good care of me. I just had to keep telling those helping me, "Thank you".

I got a little emotional as I was lying in my bed before they were to wheel me off to the OR. The nurses putting in my I.V. were very compassionate and told me how sorry they were for me. I appreciated it, but I really didn't want to cry more than I already have. But that's me, I usually can't hold back the tears, thanks to some extra hormones in my body that lessen my control on the tear factor.

Since the surgery, I haven't felt extremely emotional or sorry for myself. I hope the Lord will continue to bless me with this attitude of recovery. I'm not one to pity myself. I like to make and reach goals and that really helps pull me out of the dumps when occasionally I find myself there. It's like the wonderful hymn, "Count your many blessings". So cross your fingers for me, or keep a prayer in your heart, that I can stay positive.

We are headed to paradise tomorrow...at least the paradise that will take me by car. (if we were to go by plane, now that would be a completely different paradise...but still include the ocean and sand).

I love Orange County, Anaheim, Capistrano, Dana Point, San Clemente...love it all. So, here we come...please be as pleasant as I remember...I only ask that the weather will be moderate with few to zero heat waves....but that might be pushing my luck...I'll just soak it all in...even if its a little on the steam-room side. How can you complain when you're in paradise anyway?