10:21 AM: I'm doing great. Just really tired. Am going to use today to hang out at home and organize my "errant photo" collection. (You can imagine how huge this collection could be). Most of my pictures are in albums, but those that aren't are in a random pile in a cabinet in Orbit's office. I'm going to purge the duplicates, organize the the rest, and scan a bunch too. 

I appreciate all of the hugs, virtually and otherwise. This has been a really long couple of weeks. I think it's over now, though, and I'm ready to forge forward.

A shout out to Chris. My main dude. The one and only. Couldn't have done any of this without him. (Hah. I don't mean that in the MOST literal sense, but I guess I sort of do...)  He has not skipped a beat and has been there whenever and wherever I may have needed him. Even before I knew I needed him. I don't think there's a better man on the planet for me. How fortunate we are to have found each other.

God Bless the internet. 

6:39 AM: Up and headed to the hospital. I am freaking hungry. 

1:02 PM: I'm home. Absolutely exhausted... I've still got a bunch of anesthesia floating around in my veins. Trying to watch TV and play Words With Friends with a couple of 7 year olds, but I think I'm going to go bed for a little nappy. 

Everything seems OK. I passed a couple of large pieces of tissue last night and this morning before the surgery, due to a pill I had to take in order to aid this process. My levels went down from over 800 to less than 400. They did the D & C anyway to be sure, and to stop dragging out this process any further. I should be able to start working out again Monday, hopefully. 

Speaking of working out, I set off the HR alarm on the HR monitoring equipment because of my low RHR. The nurses asked me how much I exercise... Hah. 

DANCE WEDDING WEDNESDAY!

Please enjoy these random photos of people dancing at weddings (myself included!) while I'm out today getting myself D'ed and C'ed. 

The marriage was defunct, but clearly, the dancing was not. This is my mild mannered BFF Rachael absolutely getting down, and me hoisting up the girls on the dance floor in 2002, at my (first, and entirely ill advised) wedding. 

My pal Amy and I pause for a photo opportunity on the dance floor at Sharon's black and white festival of velvet and plaid. 

Me and my friend Michelle (with a little flip of the wrist) at the wedding of Suzi and Grant, May of 2004.

Anyone up for a little mid nineties line dancing? This was Whitney's (defunct) white wedding, 1996.

And of course, the classic BT Wisconsin Donkey Dance Party... Amy Jo + Craig May of 2011. That's me and Kristin and Amy Jo out there shakin' what we got. If you look closely you may also be able to spot Schmize!

5:06 AM: Well, will you look at that. I'm up and going swimming... then going to walk on the treadmill with Trudy for a bit. I'll hear from the doctor today, too.

2:48 PM:  Got a call as soon as I walked into the office; my hormone levels are still too high and I was being ordered an emergency ultrasound which will be followed tomorrow by a d & c. I can hardly wait. The emergent thing was that they wanted to be sure there wasn't an asymptomatic ectopic pregnancy lurking in a fallopian tube someplace, waiting to burst. Turns out there's not. What it is is just a bunch of gunk still stuck in my uterus that didn't come out naturally... so my body is confused and thinks it's still "sorta" pregnant. My HCG levels aren't rising, so the body knows it's not growing an actual fetus, I imagine, however they're not falling either, so my body is just hanging onto whatever remains. We need to get this "pregnancy tissue" out so the old Whizzzzzzbod can reset itself and I can start ovulating and give it another try. I'd be lying if I said I was looking forward to a d & c. I'm not. At all. However, I'm looking forward to having some closure on this particular issue, and it looks like tomorrow I'll get it. 

11:31 AM: So... I schlepped my ass into the doctor's office again today for another blood test. I won't know the results until tomorrow. So, we drag this out yet another day...

The plan for today is to work, go to Whole Foods for lunch, get a bunch of vegetables/fruit other good foods, clean up my eating, and get to the gym after work for some treadmill walking and lifting. It's the first day of the rest of my life, and the first opportunity I have to get on the path to wedding dress hotness. I'm also going to set a goal of either doing 15 minutes of stairs 3x a week or 100 situps 3x a week, in addition to whatever regular workouts I get in.

Oh deer!

Speaking of Saturday's deer-sleeping-arrangements...

I give you... me, as a child, up close and personal with some very awake deer. I am clearly feeding them something. I have no idea where we are that would allow such an interaction, but you can be sure that kind of stuff doesn't happen in the year 2012. People are too worried about infectious diseases (the deer could have licked me!) injuries (the deer could have kicked me!) and other unbeknownst tragedies.

That deer looks like he's been thru the wringer himself, though, doesn't he? All scratched up... he was probably happy there was a miniature human at his disposal, willing to feed him a handful of...whateveritwas.  

3:14 PM: So I should be back at it tomorrow. I'm feeling much better. My body still feels a little confused in terms of what it's supposed to be doing... it feels fattish and sort of bloated and smushy. Need to tighten this deal up and move forward to our wedding in April! I'm going to have to wear a bikini! I'm going to have to wear a wedding dress! ACK! Smushy isn't gonna cut it.

Another blood test tomorrow. Let's hope the levels have come down to an acceptable (normal) level. Then we can finally move forward, leaving this sadness in the past. 

7:30 AM: Well yesterday was a bit of a downer, wasn't it? But, to be honest, that's exactly how it's been around these parts... sometimes I feel like I'm back to normal, and other times I'm doing well if I'm not weeping into a Kleenex. 

We're supposed to get snow again today. Like 4-8 inches. That should make for an excellent commute tonight. At least I've got new tires!

At some point I'm going to start working out again. But not before I'm finished wearing these horrifying pads. I will never take a tampon for granted again. NEVER. Tampons are so much more... convenient... and so much less... disgusting and bulky. I can't swim with a pad. I can't wear spandex with a pad... (Well, I suppose I could, but I'd have to wear the pad, the grandma panties, and the spandex all together, and that sounds like a recipe for chafing!) So I think I'll just wait until this is all over and then I'll resume life as I knew it. 

We've got the last minor details of the wedding to plan... things like the flower color combinations and stuff. We have to send away for our marriage license (from the USVI) and I still have to buy some SPANX and a massive push up bra.

Today I bring you a bonus Wedding Wednesday. I'd call it Wedding Friday but that doesn't roll off the tongue as easily, does it?

My friend Staci's wedding. October 15, 1994:

Me and the bride:

A good wedding reception should involve a woman in a big fluffy white dress. And plenty of drinking.

Shots with the bride!!??

Dancing with the groom!

And, of course, the YMCA.

A good wedding reception should be a celebration of LOVE! And make you feel all blurry and sideways  afterwards: