Julie's mom here.  Julie is getting ready to go to work and wish for Friday!

Thursday morning she was in the shower all lathered up and with conditioner smeared in her hair when the water pressure went way down.  Just started to spurt and she stepped back out of the shower to wait for it to recover.  Unfortunately, she wasted precious drops of water as it went down to a dribble and finally stopped. She had me go down the hall in my bathrobe to look for a workman and beg them to turn the water back on for a couple minutes.  No plumber in sight but there was a sign that said  "ATTENTION:  The water in the building will be turned off at 9:30 AM and remain off for at least a couple of hours."  Uh oh.  I had gone to get the mail the night before so if the sign was there at that time I didn't notice it. She thought she could go to another building and use a neighbor's shower but she wasn't home.  Then, she discovered the kitchen sink still had a dribble. A pretty stressful morning to prepare for the implant.

We left early and were at the parking garage at 11:40.  They took her right in but they weren't aware she was going to need an IV.  So, the acupuncturist had to wait until they found an anesthetist.  By the time she was allowed back and got her needles in they came for Julie.  She told the Dr she had just gotten the needles in so he said he'd see if the next patient could be ready.  I'm telling all this so you understand the parking garage trauma later.

Hard to believe having needles sticking in all over your body would be relaxing but it sure seems to be.  This time she hooked a couple of the needles up to electrodes and said she would feel a pounding in her body.  She dialed it up a couple of times and asked Julie if she could tolerate it.  Of course if it means it will help to have a baby she'll tolerate it.  But she said it felt fine.  Then, came the Michael Jackson drug and she could tolerate anything.

In the past, I've always felt that they try to get her up sooner than they should.  The Dr wanted her laying there for 20 to 30 minutes and in 20 minutes they are usually acting like they want the bed.  This time when the nurse checked her vitals the acupuncturist said she needed quiet and the lights off and she would call the nurse when we were ready for her.  I did ask the anesthetist and the nurse if they knew any jokes to make her laugh.  I wanted to stir up endorphins caused by laughter.  The nurse said:  "Why did the tomato blush?  She saw the salad dressing"  Again, the needling - even in the top of the head and in the feet - and more electrodes pounding in the legs.  After she rested with the needles in the darkened room she turned on an Anderson Cooper video showing him uncontrollably giggling.

So, after a leisurely recovery we went out to the parking garage and I put the ticket in the machine followed by the validation.  It said we owed $16.  Julie came alert and said no, hit the call button.  A nice man came over and opened the box up to get our tickets back out.  He said oh, you have a 3 hour validation and you were here over that time limit.  He had me back out of that lane and go talk to the head cashier.  Not easy when cars are wanting to get out.  The cashier explained the same thing and Julie said if she was nice she would just wave us through.  Then, she said: "She is not nice."  The woman said she was sorry but....  Julie repeated "she is not a nice woman at all"  Hmmm it didn't sound like my social worker daughter.  But, I really didn't realize how much she was still drugged until she tried to tell me which way to turn and it was not the way the woman had just told me.  Julie was wrong!  Got her home safely and into bed so she could sleep it off.

I know her mind is totally consumed with baby thoughts. She's forgoing ice cream or cold water and eating the foods on the recommended for baby list.  Now there's nothing else to do but pray.