on the couch.

so. my blackberry is now in blackberry heaven. last night i put it on the top of my car, and about an hour later, i went to open the back door. it's an automatic door. it opened and i heard this really weird sound. but because i'm a total idiot, i just kept on with my business. rummaging around in the back. and then i hit the button to close the door.

there was the sound again.

spencer and i look up, and there it is. my precious 6 month old phone, stuck in the crack of the door. smashed. like, literally bent.

so. it's dead. my sweet husband didn't even complain and just let me get online and order a new phone. he's eligible for an upgrade and so that's what we did. it should be here by monday. if not sooner. so i'm not ignoring anyone. email me if you need me. hannahfielderfulks@yahoo.com

i had the d&c this morning around 940. everything went really well. at least i think. i had general anesthesia, so i don't remember anything. i remember asking if my anesthesiologist knew lonna bufford. and then i remember seeing dr. s. and these really big lights in the surgery room. and then i woke up freezing my butt off in recovery.

i'm home now. and let me just say this. i'm on this medicine. misoprostol. it's the worst medicine ever. i think it's what's given for a miscarriage. but best i can tell, i was given it because it's also used after surgery. if i had a phone, i'd call the nurse and ask. but i don't. and it's killing me. i was also given oxycodone. and that's great and all. but all it does it put me to sleep. it doesn't stop the cramping while i'm awake.

this cramping is like labor. he mentioned it would be. well, i think he said, "slight cramps". slight my a. i like to think i'm pretty tough. i mean, i was at a 5 when i got the hospital pregnant with pratt. but this, this is never ending. it's the "curl your toes" pain. like you need to go to the bathroom, but you know it's just your imagination.

horrible. he gave me more restrictions than i really thought. i can't pick up pratt until tuesday, i think. something crazy like that. so i'm sitting here, prattless...alone. watching real housewives. cursing at them for being so stupid. because that's the mood i'm in.

i want a big ddp from sonic. but don't think i'm supposed to operate heavy machinery. ha.

okay. i'll leave you with my new favorite picture of spencer. she spent the night last night to take care of pratt while mom and clint were at the hospital with me. here she was riding my bike. it was so funny. you don't realize it, but it's hard to ride a bike after several years of not getting on one.

thank you to mom and spencer for taking care of me and pratt. even at 30, i still really like having my mom with me.