No, you don't need to apologize to anyone.   Did it hurt them that you've been overweight?

And except for my immediate family and a few close friends, i have kept it private.  

 You have missed your calling, Nicolle!  lol

For all the grief we get for "pushing" the DS, it is SO worth it.  Every time I sneak a peppermint or /gasp dare to eat a sandwich, I thank the universe itself for not having to fear dumping.  

Pre-ops, take the time to research.  Take the time to educate yourself. Take the time to fight your insurance, or, if you have to, take the time to save up to self pay. The DS is THE ABSOLUTE BEST decision you can make for your health-physical and mental!

We call that a "two week freak" around here.  The finality of going under the knife and altering your body can be overwhelming.  I think we all worry about being in the small percent that don't make it out alive from surgery.

I reconciled this by knowing that what I was doing before my DS couldn't really be classified as living anyway.  It was existing.  It was waking up in the morning in pain, never looking in the mirror as I got ready for work and going to bed praying I would wake up.  

I don't know how old your kids are, but if they're old enough to understand that you're doing this so you can be a pain in the ass to them for many many more years, then put it to them that way.  If they're young, give them just the basics and make sure they know that no matter what happens, you love them.

Good Luck!

I think she chose "Shut-up".  /shrug

For now, anyway.. 

 Wow, Jenna...lol.  Your hubby is hilarious!

I had one of these the other day.  (in addition to the snarky "Stop losing weight because I don't want you to be smaller than me" comment).

I was waiting for the elevator, just chit chatting with an IT guy.  All of a sudden this other dude walks up and this conversation ensues:

Other Dude:  How much weight have you lost?
Me:  a bit..
Other Dude:  A bit?  More like a TON!
IT guy:  I'm sure its less than a ton.
Other dude:  You're not going to tell us?
Me:  Gotta keep you guessing!
Other dude:  Its time for a new wardrobe!  (this in, and of itself was a bit backhanded.  What's wrong with my current wardrobe??)
Me:  Got no money for that.  (Should have asked if he was offering to foot the bill)
Me:  That's ok, though.  I can wear my daughter's clothes now!

It was quite an elevator conversation.  Nothing like being put on the spot..lol

Congratulations!

I think you need to talk to both your OB/GYN and your bariatric surgeon to plan a course of action.  I think you can get enough nutrition but its going to take work on your part.  If they think you can't, there's always the option of a feeding tube (I'm just guessing here).  And I wouldn't worry about goal right now.  You'll get there after the baby is born.

Take care of yourself AND the baby-kins

You look fantastic!  Awesome dress, awesome arms (so freakin jealous...lol), for such an awesome person!

 Are you saying your type 2 diabetes has recurred after RNY?  or did you have a revision?  If yes, to what?

 She's a revision.  Different case piecing together a butchered stomach/pouch than doing a virgin DS.

 I was going to chime in that the DS is probably your best option, but Jenna has done such a wonderful job, all I can say is read her post twice, three times, a hundred times if you have to.  

What if you don't have the VSG and keep gaining weight and co-morbidities?  What if you could have taken this chance and gotten the weight off before you developed diabetes (or worsening diabetes)?  Or high blood pressure (or increasing high blood pressure)?

That scared me more than the other stuff.  Bring it on.  The pain, food, the restriction, the vitamins, the follow-up.  I would have given my right arm to not be petrified I was going to die in my sleep one night, suffocated under my own weight.

I'm sorry you're feeling this way.  Let me share something with you that has helped me a lot.  And its something I only started doing recently.

A few years ago, when my children were in their mid teens, I was waxing nostalgic about a time in my life when my children were younger.  Specifically, they were pre-K age.  I was thinking about how fun it was to get up with them, make them breakfas****ch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on USA while I fixed my daughter's hair, and waited for the school bus to come pick up my son. I was feeling like since they had grown and were so self sufficient and didn't need me as much now, I missed being needed.  But then it dawned on me that I didn't even enjoy that time when they were younger since I was preoccupied with what ELSE had to get done for the day.  I was worried about the bills, the snow, the dinner, the mess in the kitchen, or whatever! I really had wished I HAD appreciated that little time with them more, because it was wonderful.  At that point, I had a revelation that I didn't realize how happy I really was then.  So I decided, from that moment forward, to enjoy TODAY.  Whatever that is.  Not what I wish today would be, not what I was longing for and missing, but for what it IS.  Right now.  

I know you're missing your husband and your family (I was a single mom, btw.  Still am, and the kids are 20 and 21 years old now).  I know everywhere you look you see moms and dads and husbands and kids and wi**** was you.  I know the depression and bipolar is exacerbating things for you right now.  But there ARE other moms who are hangin' with the toddler today solo, too.  Somewhere.  Maybe not at Walmart, or at dinner.  But somewhere.  

Enjoy him.  Don't fight it and try to get him to behave and stuff.  Get on the floor and fingerpaint.  Take him to the park and wear him out.  Make him special mac and cheese or whatever.  That's what he'll remember, even in a two year old way.  

My 21 year old couldn't come home from college this weekend.  I didn't want to guilt her into coming, either.  Yeah, it tugged at my heart a little bit, but you know what?  I raised a strong, independent and very capable young lady who has stuff to do for school and it wasn't realistic for her to come home.    She called first thing this morning and we talked for an hour.  And instead of recalling that she wasn't HERE, I enjoyed that moment.  And that made my Mother's day a HUGE success.

Chin up, sweetie.  Go play and I hope tomorrow you will feel better.