After Carter was born, I had some serious complications necessitated emergency surgery.
I’ll spare you the details, but it wasn’t pretty.
From that point on, I’ve had problems with urine leakage, and it’s only gotten worse with each pregnancy.
Sometimes even nothing-pee.
It’s been a very frustrating journey.
One that you can’t have until you declare yourself done.
And though my heart could hold a hundred babies, my body and wallet cannot.
So today, I finally, after eight years, am getting this fixed!
I’ve actually seen the procedure done, back when I shadowed a doctor several years ago, so I know it’s a simple enough procedure.
I’ve been told that the recovery is quick and easy for most people, and the success rate is high.
(If you had problems with this procedure or know someone who did, don’t tell me. I’d rather not know at this point.)
I’m headed to the surgery center now, and they said no makeup or jewelry. They said nothing about nail decor, so I hope they’ll leave this:
If I have to have my lady bits all up in the air, I can at least have cute toenails, right?
Yes, I know I have weird toes, especially the little rolly-out one on the side,but toes are weird anyway.
Also? This is the second and probably final time my feet will ever be on the internet. You’re welcome.