I just got back the results of my pregnancy test. We'll all be shocked to know that another virgin birth is not pending. And I get another pregnancy test next week!!! YAY!
Pre-op was......a lot. A lot of questions asked repeatedly. A lot of pain from sitting upright. A lot of being told things I already know but have to be told again. A lot of nice people, a few really cranky ones. I still know nothing about anesthesia as I didn't actually meet with anyone who will be working with me and they did not seem to even like this protocol I'm on, or approve or something. I apparently had to have the approval of one particular person based on my psychiatrist stating that I am at risk for self harm if off medications. I don't think today's anesthesiologist thought that was a good idea or something. However, he did play "guess endotracheal tube size" by having my open my mouth for the resident to guess and then concurring. Yippee.
I saw the surgeon I hadn't met before; I heard her talking on the phone to the other surgeon and referring to my big old belly. I hope tomorrow when I see the other surgeon, the one who knows me, that she can explain the belly.
And now I shall enjoy my evening of doing nothing.