@ItalianPrincess1217, so, what I mean by a wreck:
• Immediately afterward, I lacked the strength even to raise my head from the hospital pillow. That was scary.
• While in the hospital, I learned how much energy it takes even to passively hear noise. The sound of my neighbor’s TV utterly exhausted me.
• I came home incredibly weak. I could hardly stand up. Trying to take a shower, I had to pause after every minute or two and just hang onto the top of the shower stall and rest so I wouldn’t fall down.
• My husband went away for the weekend three weeks after my surgery, and I was pretty helpless. My 8-year-old son made me scrambled eggs.
• One day while he was gone, the cat got grossly sick in the hall. Cleaning it up took everything I had. I could hardly bend over, and I had no strength. I remember leaning against a wall and crying with a wad of paper towels in my hand.
• About four weeks post-surgery, an expected shrinkage and tightening of abdominal tissue was so shockingly painful that I thought I was dying.
• I was in bed for six weeks before I even had the energy to watch TV. I just lay there.
• I’m a person who reads every day and has since childhood. I didn’t pick up a book for 12 weeks. It cost me too much energy, and I couldn’t focus my attention.
If I’d known what I was in for, would I have gone ahead with it? I don’t know. I was miserably uncomfortable before it. And never once since then, not for a second, have I ever wished I still had my period. Eventually I did get my strength back, and there have been no related problems since. But it was an ordeal that I had never anticipated.
I can’t imagine combining it with moving. Why, really, can’t you postpone it? Embarrassed is better than wiped out.