most definitely too much information

OH people. What to say? What to say. I wasn't sure if I should go into detail here about what the problem is or not. Seems a bit too personal and I'm guessing most people do NOT want to hear about this awful stuff. I don't think I would. Leave now if you shudder at the word uterus. I would not have previously been able to write about this stuff, but over the last week words like urine, bladder, cervix, uterus etc. have been thrown around a ridiculous amount and whole offices and floors at the hospital know of my medical condition. No lie. I do know some of you do want to know what is going on and this is the only place I journal my life at so…here is the shortened version:

On trip 2 to the hospital in the middle of the night, I was "lucky" enough to get to go into Labor and Delivery instead of the E.R. This was so much better. The nurses are much kinder and the environment vastly less stressful. What was determined was that my retroverted uterus had fallen into my pelvic cavity and basically gotten trapped there. It then pushed on my bladder and made it impossible for it to function. The bladder would fill normally, but could not void. At all. This was immensely painful. I was sent home with a third catheter. Catheters are not supposed to hurt. Mine was killing me. I couldn't sit down and every step I took was like sitting on a giant needle. Monday I went in to my OB and the doctors stood around trying to figure out what the heck to do.  They'd never had a case like this and the looks on their faces was not reassuring. Finally, my favorite doc had an idea to insert this giant pessary (medieval medical instrument used for torture in my opinion) which would hold up my broken uterus temporarily. First though…get ready for it….they had to manually move my flippin' uterus up into a normalish position. It was one of the worst experiences of my life. I asked for them to shoot me or to put me in a coma and wake me when all this was over. I got nothing. So, after much crying I was sent back home. Ryan and I removed the catheter on Tuesday morning ( I never imagined the things we'd get to do together as a couple. Ah love.). I started feeling much better after that was out. Then back to the OB to check on everything and so far they think this is going to do the trick. At week 13 (3 weeks from now) the baby/uterus should be big enough to not be able to fit into the pelvis, so they will take out the pessary (someone please help me on that day).  So there ya go. I am home and praying each night that I don't have to drag us 3 back to the hospital and that this is sort of fixed for now. I'm scared out of my mind though…stressed, tired, and still nauseous. I look rough. 

See? BUT according to the doc.s and Ryan, I look a thousand times better than I did. yikes.

The good news is the baby seems to be doing fine and Keely is a wonderful child who has tolerated all this chaos so well. 

  She is a little whiny and cranky now with me home alone with her, but I guess she has been saving it up.  I'm trying to be as normal as possible with her now. The girl loves to swing. I can push a swing. We swing a lot. Bless the swing.
Her smile and laugh are the best. Flowers in the yard and warm weather are also good.

Thank you so much for all of your concerned emails and comments.  I've checked in here several times throughout the last few days and even through my tears I felt your warmth- so thank you.