let me tell you what it looks like from up here

Excuse me if this is crass…

So not only have I had to suffer through pregnancy symptoms without the shiney light at the end of the tunnel of an adorable little baby, but I have had to get multiple shots, blood drawn 3 times so far (more to come!), and today a terrible little shot that promises to “dissolve growing tissue”.

But the little terrorist cherry on top you ask? What has really cemented this as the least cool gynecological experience I’ve ever had? I was told I can’t make sex with my future husband for up to 6 weeks.

That’s right, I said 6 weeks. Out of a full page disclosure agreement of the shot they were giving me, I spent 10 minutes discussing exactly what they meant by “no sexual intercourse”. Do you mean today? Through the week? I’m sorry, did you just say 6 weeks? As in calendar weeks?

WHAT’S NEXT? Tomorrow they may call and tell me that as a precaution I must pee standing up for the next 6 weeks and must eat bread with the butter side down. Whatever happens, you can plan on my tumblr posts to get progressively more frustrated over the next month and half.

7 February 2012 ·