Appendix OUT

Our last full day of vacation,  I woke up and couldn't get out of bed. My belly hurt, I managed to get up to use the bathroom,  but otherwise D brought me some coffee and cereal in bed.

I eventually threw up the cereal, but also dragged myself to the hot tub to try to relax the pain away.

No luck. I couldn't stand. I could barely lay down comfortably. Dr. Google was telling me it could be my appendix.

From the look on my mom's face, I finally caved and agreed to go to the ER. I finally got brought up to a L&D room, where four different nurses tried six different times to get an IV put in. Stupid dehydration.

Finally, IV in, and blood drawn, I was able to get an ultrasound, which was pretty clear that my appendix was inflamed.

The hospital would have been sufficient to handle the routine appendectomy, but not if any complications arose with the baby, should I have to deliver early, so they shipped me off to the nearest "big" hospital, via ambulance, about an hour and a half away. 

D went back to pack up our stuff and be with the kids, and my mom drove up to the hospital to be with me. About 6 a.m., I was wheeled down into surgery, put under, had my appendix out, woke up, spent the next 26 hours in the hospital, and was finally released.

All in all, I'm glad I never have to go through that again.