Live Through This / And You Won't Look Back.

Surgery tomorrow.

Very nervous.

I didn't have much time to digest this new surgery date, which is ironic, because I am on a two-day pre-op fast and have nothing in my tum to digest.  (Though tums always find something from last Wednesday to bring back up as soon as pain meds start.)

Also ironic: I gave up eggs this year, and now I am losing mine.

And "synovial" comes from the Latin "synovium," which means "with eggs."

I am pretty mournful about losing these little eggies.  I also want to apologise to them for not having frozen a few for a rainy day.  I had no idea a thunderstorm was coming.

I'm sorry, little guys.  I am kicking myself so hard it hurts.

My fertility specialist, Dr. Kind Eyes, says that I can get little donor eggies and still be the mum I wanted to be, just through a different process.  He said he'd be honoured to help me do that. Very nice man, that Kind Eyes.

I tried everything, though.  I Googled, I ran all over the place, I was frantic.  There was one experimental possibility, but our beloved government has just passed legislation against it. Thanks.

Then I Googled other things and scared myself.  Google can be dangerous.  Don't do it.

I just realised something ... Easter is ruined for me.  No more Easter candy, please.

'Bye 'bye for a few days or less or more ...