Booby prize *updated*

So far so good with the Bug. No new alarms except for the ones when I pull the leads out, which happens often and is followed by a string of foul, foul language or euphamisms for foul language if the Bean is home ("son of a truck driven' fool - I hate this piece of cake!"). I am so glad to have it for peace of mind, I really do love it. And I want to beat the shit out of it with a baseball bat.

I bought my husband a pair of Re.ef flip-flops after out English Setter chewed his other pair. The soles have several very fancy-looking layers that are supposed to denote lots of support and comfort and so on. When they arrived my husband was happy to find a key to pump the support up and down - but wait, no, it doesn't do that. After turning them around a few times we figure out that each shoe actually has a tiny flask in the side! We ordered them from Pi.per.lime, which mentions nothing about the contraband booze smuggling capabilities. Sadly, we are a bit past the point of having any need for sneaking hooch into anywhere (a little vodka never hurt a PTA meeting a bit though). Maybe we could use them for breastmilk.

So things are settling back into something approaching normal. Not too normal though. I spent the morning with the business end of a vaginal sono probe (will it ever end?) to see if I have retained placenta. I've been bleeding off and on (mostly on) since the delivery. That's going on 9 weeks now. I had this with the bean and it mostly adds up to more quality time with the the probe and some drugs to induce cramping that never work, then a D&C. This time I went to yet another sono tech who had some nice music playing... until it got to an R&B song with lyrics that went something like this "Baby i want this night to be just right, it's got to be for what I'm going to do to you..." And me with no champagne in my flip-flops! Eck.

I'd like to wrap this up nicely, but the connection to my brain has failed.

*update* Fuck. I do have retained placenta so they are going to call me at some point to schedule an emergency D&C. Again with the diagnosis 8 weeks out, again with the initial advice to "wait four weeks" and see how the bleeding goes, then emergency surgery. So I assume I can make plans to be having a hysteroscopy around the holidays as well.
It feels a bit like having a house professionally decorated then boarding it up and posting an "Absolutely No Trespassing" sign out front, but ok.