Dassa and I both had to see our doctor today. Her for the wheezing and me for the suspicious lump at my belly button. She was prescribed Ventolin and it was confirmed that I do have an umbilical hernia. I like to think of us as being healthy but it appears that is being pushed lately. The hernia was just another blow even though I knew it was one somehow hearing it made it ten times worse. No lifting or straining. And it can't be fixed until after my c-section. Which means that I will be going back into surgery while I have a new born and a 2yr old.
The desire to just break down and cry is strong. I want to have faith and believe I will be healed but I just feel blah. It is another step towards our decision of only having two kids as well. I just am not a good pregnant lady.
I feel as though this roller coaster I am on just won't stop and there is no way to get off. Thankfully, I always feel later and just need to get myself a good night's rest.