surgery.

We crossed our fingers, and hoped that Mister Cyster would disappear on his own...but no such luck.

I will need surgery, and soon.

Poop.

The Dr and I discussed all my options today for birth control, because if I am being completely honest...I am scared to get pregnant again unexpectedly. I definitely don't trust the pill anymore. We are in the process of coming up with a few thousand dollars before heading into the operating room to fix my ovary and the tubes too. Eh, who said we ever needed a vacation again when we can have fun paying hospital bills, right!?

So as a joke my Dr wrote me a note to give to Paul until I can get my girly parts taken care of...

AND he thought this was serious...which made it all the more funny! I am glad that I have a Dr with a sense of humor!

This little chica was definitely worth everything we have gone through to get her here! She makes me ridiculously happy, even if she never wants to be put down. :)