Yesterday was not so much fun. The site where my line was removed is a bit bruised and sore, and it's just where Nico likes to lovingly headbutt me when he leaps in for cuddles.
In addition, I went for a smear test, and had to abandon it as too painful. We'll try again in another 6 weeks (as far ahead as the GP booking system goes), and if that fails, there's a specialist gynae clinic I can go to.
(I don't like gynaecological exams to start with, and it turns out my cervix has shifted around and the entrance no longer points in a helpful direction. The nurse said this is quite common "after babies", but I don't remember this issue when my most recent Mirena was fitted, after N was born. Anyway, the nurse was trying her best to shift the entrance a bit so she could access it, and eventually I had to ask her to stop, and she tried again a second time, but after that we agreed there would not be a third time, at least not right then.
The thing I find really weird is that I didn't have much location/specific sense of pain, just a general feeling of something not right
in the vaginal area which got worse and worse until I said stop. Afterward
everything just hurt like menstrual cramps, but not at the time.
Waiting a bit and trying again before going to the specialist clinic was my idea. I don't really have a good basis for it, except hoping that more time recovering will improve my pain tolerance. And very possibly, being more active might encourage a more helpful internal arrangement.)
This week with children back to nursery and school, and Tony back to work, we have been working on the daily and weekly routine. In my head I call it "practising for work". I've been trying to get up and get the children ready as though I were going to work; and in the evenings I've been collecting Charles and preparing supper as though I'd just got back from work, so it's ready when Nico and Tony get back from nursery. In between time I'm resting or studying or getting health work done.
We're trying out planning the weekday evening meals on Sunday, aiming for something a) I can cook b) everyone will eat c) different each evening. Previously we used to rely on Tony to figure something out each evening when he gets home. Tony is a much better cook, but I can do basic stuff, and would like to practice and improve.
So far the evenings are going better than the mornings, but this morning I did achieve me+children ready early enough that I could take Nico to nursery. This was also my first bike ride since July. I had no problems at all with the mechanics of cycling - the bakfiets is as delightful and familiar to ride as ever - but by the time I got back I needed to sit down for a nice long rest.
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