Thanks to everyone for the comments and emails on our announcement video. I have to give credit where credit is due... it was all Fred; the concept, getting the voice-over talent (yup, he's a real VO guy from Hollywood. What can I say? Fred knows people), and the production. My contribution was actually being pregnant, and bitching about how I couldn't tell the difference between the latest version and the version he just showed me 5 minutes ago.
The man has a bit of a perfectionist streak.
And for those of you who want to know how we answered Elise's question, I have a pamphlet if you're looking for answers... I kid! I kid! I threw it over to Fred who told her that it's very complicated. For the record, I already explained it to her a number of times when I was pregnant with Mattias.
As of tomorrow, I'll be 12 weeks, which blows my mind because it feels like I've been pregnant for.eve.er. I think it's mostly because this pregnancy has been fraught with complications; thyroid issues, non-stop bleeding since the day I found out and my latest bit of news.
It turns out the bleeding has been caused by polyp. The polyp is quite big and originates in my cervix. When it was discovered, it caused quite a stir (apparently it was quite weird looking and they couldn't even figure out what it was at first). Can I tell you there is nothing quite so awesome as having your legs up in stirrups, while numerous medcical types peer with furrowed brows at your lady bits? One offered to take a picture with her camera phone so she could SHOW IT TO ME.
I shit you not.
Anyway, it has my OB and the perinatologist she consulted worried enough that they want to remove it in the next couple of weeks. Ummmm... yikes.
So on July 6th, at 7:00 am, I will be in an OR having the polyp removed. At first it wasn't the surgery that had me freaking out, it was who would look after the kids/take me to the hospital? We looked at flying in my Mom, but flights are outrageous right now. The only option was to have Fred stay home and I take a cab to the hospital. I won't lie... the prospect made me cry a little.
Thankfully, a sweet friend stepped up and offered. She rocks. Seriously, she has to get me to the hospital for 5:30 am. And drive a post-surgerical me back home. Have I mentioned that I do NOT do well with anesthesia? If I ever have to move a dead body, this is the lady who will have my back.
So now you know what has been keeping me so busy and quiet lately. Incubating a human is every bit as tiring as I remember it. And barf-inducing.
And then there are these two. Who are so ridiculously cute, it's just as barf-inducing as being pregnant.
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