Thursday, September 6, 2012

Y2 Day 8: Gone Baby GONE!!!

For the first time in ever, I actually looked forward to getting weighed at my annual OB-GYN appointment this morning. I knew all my sweet office girls would cheer for me, which they did as I posed and preened. It was very cool.

And then my darling OB managed to find and remove my tricky IUD!!!!!! I could not be more excited. Also bloody and crampy, the experience was not what you would call "fun," but I will happily make this trade.

I am so hoping that Miss Tricky was the main cause of my ever-constant periods (meaning: ever-constant migraines) and that my cycle will freaking chillax already, but it will be three or four months before I know for sure.

In other news, both my babies started Big School today; Mimosa had her picture taken with Angel-Daughter, looking impossibly sophisticated, and then off they went to hook up with their femme posse and take the bus to high school. Then I trailed Li'l Martini down the hill and took his picture with Mr. Critic, and they were off as well, not even a kiss goodbye. Each pair has been heading off to school together since preschool — someday I'll put together a slideshow of all their First Days.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in their minds
Each time I think I'm close to knowing 
They keep on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers . . .

OK, I held it together this morning but now I'm weeping. Copiously. ABBA is just that powerful.

I'm going to have a going-away party for my IUD now, just me, a handful of Motrin, a cup of tea, and a pillow. Want to come?

—Lady C, contraceptive-free since 11:15 a.m.!

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