Well, it turns out I was right to worry about the MOT, infact I had 315 reasons to be worried but the car is road worthy for another year and a diet of beans and whatever's lurking at the back of the cupboard never killed anyone!
I left for the hospital very early yesterday morning, before anyone was awake. It was strange going out in the dark so early, reminded me of when I worked shifts and the only people you see en route to work at 6am are those like yourself off for an early start or those on their way home after a long night shift.
I was first on the surgery list. Which was good but the pain when I woke up was unbelievable. I joked with the staff nurse when I went down to 'get the kettle on' but it took me ages to feel well enough to have a drink. I would rather have given birth, the pain is much easier to stand. My belly was huge (still is a bit but going down all the time) because of the air they fill you with. My stitches are pulling and I cannot wait to remove my surgical stockings when I go in the bath shortly, they itch like mad! But I did see a photo of my uterus and my ovaries, don't suppose there's many women can say that are there?!
Anyway, the Daddy bit. I was so soon out of surgery that friend Claire was not finished work (we had arranged for her to collect me) so I rang my Daddy and he came to escort me home. I was expecting to find Sebastian and Nathaniel with their Daddy but I also found Simon's Daddy with a small boy asleep on his chest;
I had a relaxing afternoon being tended by the men folk and was so pleased to see the girls on their return from school, I think they had been worried about me.
Then friend Claire came and bought me a red rose;
I was in alot of pain last night and have been unable to sleep for very long but my tummy is much softer (and smaller) this morning and to be honest I feel better for getting up and about and having a cup of tea (even if it is silly O'clock), am off to have a bath and remove my dressings and stockings (yay!!!!) and if I still feel like I do now then I'm off to work to face Ofsted, wish me luck!