If you don't have any food for me, don't ask me how I'm doing!

I had an appointment with the nurse practioner to check on the baby before I go under the knife this afternoon. I was hooked up to a fetal monitor and given a thorough exam....just when I thought I wouldn't have another one of those. The baby was moving around great and his heartbeat was back up to 160bpm.

On to the hospital for surgery. My surgery was scheduled for 2pm so they took me back to the room at 12:30 to get the local anethesia started. Reminding everyone that I couldn't eat or drink anything after midnight. It's now twelve hours later, on one of the hottest days of the year, I can't take any drugs for the pain nor can I have any water to drink. When your pregnant, you're supposed to drink as much water as you can expecially when it's hot. So with that being said, the next time some one walks in and asks me how I'm doing, I'm telling them exactly how I'm doing.....I AM PISSED! I AM HUNGRY!!! I WANT A CHEESEBURGER!!!!

The anethesiologist put a blocker in the back of my knee and then started the deadening meds. For everyone's understanding, the reason they don't want you to eat after midnight is so that the anethesia doesn't make you sick when they put you under. Because I'm pregnant, I'm not going under. SO I COULD HAVE EATEN!!!! Anyway, off to the operating room I go. The entire time I'm in there, there is a nurse keeping her attention on the baby.

It was an outpatient surgery but because I'm pregnant, they want to keep me overnight. They want to make sure I can deal with the pain once the anethesia wears off. They also want to make sure I can deal with crutches...I've been on them for three days now, I think I got it down. I had no contact with the outside world because I didn't have my cell phone. Nathan came and got me around noon.