If only it were just about the birds and the bees.

(WARNING: This is a continued entry from my last blog.  So, unless you are one of "those" people that like reading the last page of the book first, read my blog prior to this one to get the DL.) After getting out of the hospital, the hospital said it was super important to see my doctor the next day to discuss next steps, so I get an appointment with Dr. Funny Guy.  We arrive at Dr. Funny Guy's office.  At this point, I am drugged, tired, in crazy pain, and have little patience.  Pretty picture, right.    Jeff and I meet with Dr Funny guy and he gives us his best performance yet.  After Dr. Funny guy reviews the book of papers the hospital gave us, we are summoned.  Dr. Funny Guy:   Jeff, sounds like "someone" (points to me) didn't enjoy their Turkey Day weekend? Me: No, Dr. Funny Guy.  What the heck is going on? Dr. Funny Guy: (looks at Jeff) Jeff, basically  she had...

It is the end of 2009.  During this year, I have gotten married, discovered I have endometriosis, recovered from my laparoscopic procedure, dealt with a crazy economy where I had to learn to live on a budget, and Jeff and I have just purchased our first home together.  It was a life changing year for the two of us, to say the least. It is late November and we have just settled in our new home, and we start thinking about "Baby Ridlen".  We decide the best month to start is January, after the holidays.  For Thanksgiving, we head off to see our grandparents in Abilene for the day with my mom, sister, brother-in-law, and my brother.   I love Thanksgiving...you get to eat your face off and nobody judges (well not totally).  My grandmother has the table beautifully set, the kitchen smells wonderful, everyone is getting ready to say the prayer, and I suddenly become super sick.  Side note: I always get ...