No post on Friday, and a late post today. My apologies, people. Things have been a little crazy in the untitledhousehold. Here’s a little rundown of what I’ve been filling the last few days with – trying to prepare home for sale, dealing with another failed pregnancy attempt, oodles of freelance work, new homes plans to review, and oh yes, untitledhusband’s surgery.
That’s right. On Thursday, untitledhusband had back surgery (herniated disk), so I was at his hospital bedside. He’s on the mend, walking around like that girl in Sixteen Candles with the neck brace (Joan Cusack, maybe?). I thought I might be able to write as he slept, but I was a little distracted by daytime TV. It seems Carol Anne cannot look away from the light.
I hadn’t seen The View in quite a while, and I must say I was a little disturbed by Star Jones’ appearance. From the neck down, she looks fantabulous. But her face has this Skeletor thing going on. All the fat loss has left her with these buggy eyes and Joan Crawford eyebrows. She looks like one fierce bitch. But I feel for her. Here she’s gone on this amazing weight loss journey, only to find herself looking like a drag queen in the end. Oh well. Carry on, Priscilla. Don’t let the haters keep you down.
I’m taking this all into consideration, for I have decided to have weight loss surgery myself. Since we are once again not pregnant and it was our last month of trying (we have been trying for a year and a half), I have decided to move on. And who knows – maybe once the weight comes off, my body will accept another baby. I’m not counting on it or anything. If nothing else, I have learned to expect nothing.
This probably seems like it’s coming out of left field. But I’ve been seriously considering this for about two years. I held off, because I wanted to have another baby first. But since it looks like that’s not going to happen, I feel the time is now.
I’m sure the first few weeks will be a bitch, since I’ll only be able to consume things like Jello and broth. That, and I’ll have a six-inch incision in my abdomen. (I like how my first concern is about the food, though.) But I feel this is the right thing to do, and the right time to do it. I just hope my face doesn’t look like James Carville’s when all is said and done.