Okay, so here it is. It sucks to be a woman. There are some cool things, granted. Changing your hair color without getting weird looks, heels, make up, jewlery.... but there is a lot that sucks.
A little over two weeks ago I had a hysterecotmy. Yeah, there are a lot of things that sucks about it. For sure, I will never bear another child. My body is changing... again... but more on that in a moment. But when I got sick 7 years ago I knew that I was never going to have another child. I dealt with that then. I have been worried up until now that I could have an egtopic pregancy. But that's not something to worry about now. But it's really weird to think that everything is over for me as a virile woman. It's all gone. Just as Emily is beginning her "journey" into womanhood.
7 years ago I got sick. I had a 9 month period. That's right. 9 months almost straight. It sucked. I had an ablation (scarring or the uterine lining). No more period. There was a 20% chance I would get one back.... but never. So as far as Emily can remember, she's never been in a house where mommy had to deal with a monthly "gift". So this is not only something we haven't even begun to discuss, but it's going to be hard to explain why mommy doesn't have to deal with it.
So, the up side to this hysterectomy is that for sure, no more periods. No more worry about egtopic pregancies. The down sides have started. After my ablation, I had a few short weeks of dealing with night sweats. Nothing really. But now.... well,.... the night sweats are back with vengence. Then there is the emotions. Okay, so I have mood swings. Women do. Deal with it. But I was never one to cry at the Hallmark commercial. Never did. But now... a happy ending on House and I'm reaching for the Kleneex. Combine this with the fact I have no patience.... and Emily's newly surging hormones and 9 year old additute.... bad combo.
But we haven't even begun to talk about the hot flashes. I go from goose bump freezing from the anesthsia to oh my dear God, who opened the door to hell!? It's terrible. I have a couple of really lovely hand fans like Scarelet used in my desk at work my boss brought back from his honeymoon in Bali. They're great. I use them all the time.
So this weekend, I decided I needed some from home. I searched all over and I found one at the local "oriental" dollar store. I bought 2 for me and 1 for Em. I know better. So, she had over heard me saying I was having a hot flash. She now gets "sweaty flashes". It was so funny.
But, the funniest thing with all this was Em and I were standing in line at the pharmacy. There was a box of tampons on the end cap. It was box with drawings of athlectic women on it. Em turns to me and says "Mom, I need these. It shows women who exercise. I exercise. I need them" (mean while she can't read the box and doesn't know what they are).
I gently explain that she doesn't need them, they are for teenagers and mommies and that we will talk about it when she is a teenager. Of course it then comes to well, what are they.... something you need when you are teenager. We will talk about it again when you are 16. Not in the pharmacy and not again. Then I changed the subject.
It was funny.
