Greg and I have been married since August of 1998, and since then have added four fairly adorable children to our family. We keep busy by avoiding work as much as possible. Life is crazy, but mostly good.
So I went in for my 6 week postpartum check up yesterday and everything is great. So glad to be done with the whole pregnancy thing. It was difficult and there were some complications. Apparently my doctor is glad I made it through as well. These were his exact words to me: "I'm so glad you didn't die." Um, yeah, me too. Don't you love how they never let you in on how serious things are until after the fact? I knew my blood clot put me at risk for stroke/heart attack/pulmonary embolism, but I guess I didn't really stress about it all that much. I think my poor doctor stressed out enough about it for the both of us.
Why am I so happy? To most people it probably doesn't seem like such a big deal, but for me it is pure joy! As of yesterday I gave myself my LAST shot of Lovenox in the tummy. I've been doing it twice a day for the last 7 1/2 months. And twice a day when it was time for my shot, I just felt like crying. I absolutely hated it. It's not that it was unbearably painful, (although it was no picnic either), but I just dreaded having to do it. Yes, I would be a terrible diabetic. So, I'm still on blood thinners for a few more months, but at least now I can just pop a pill, which is so much more pleasant than jabbing a needle into my body!