Really, this is a TMI alert for you. Seriously. You have been warned.
So I've mentioned before that this bedrest is complete, as in you never get out of bed. This means I literally have the nurses at my beck and call to fetch me water, meds, and even my toothbrush while managing to change my sheets, wash my hair, and wipe my ass. No really, wiping my buttox free from unsightly specimen is part of the job. Well I don't know about you, but having my brown gunk wiped by another person is something I was hoping to not endure until I about eighty! The life of luxury here is missing just a few things--my frothy pina colada, a sunny pool and my dignity!
Most of my self consciousness about exposing my girly parts was eradicated by the repeated wandings and probings that occurred during my infertility treatments. For example, the twice daily "peri" care for the catheter insert didn't really phase me. I do wonder though, how many people have now seen my girly parts in the last year. I bet the number would now rival any working girl! :) lol However, I realized there was a new level of consciousness when it came to my backside.
So this being said, I must tell you that the title of this blog refers to: The beauty of bathroom privileges!!!!! As of Wednesday night, I have been granted bathroom privileges which I promise feels as wonderous as driving a car for the first time or turning twenty-one! It seems like life has just gotten so much better with the return of a little autonomy. One of the really nice benefits of being able to stand up once in awhile is that I don't ache as bad from lying down so much. Sigh. Relief.
When my hubby first heard of my release from the catheter, I swear he turned a little green with worry. This is unlike my husband as he is usually rock solid with any news. Yet, I think with all of the craziness that has been had until this point, he would like to tuck me away, preferably into a coma, until baby E can emerge safely. I think I love him a little more for showing his worry for me. :)
Despite the new freedoms, my lack of contractions has stayed consistent which makes everybody happy. My doctor even mentioned today that she is contemplating when I might get to go home! I didn't expect that until at least 32 weeks, so we'll see.
Hope all is well with you.