Why does God give us parts we don't need?

Last Tuesday, I had my gall bladder removed.  The same week I found out I was expecting Kaidance, I had a scan done that had shown that my gall bladder was "completely full of stones, top to bottom, right to left".  My OB/GYN prefers to err on the side of caution, as do I, so we agreed that unless it started to show signs of becoming infected, I'd wait until after the baby was born to have any surgery done.

Luckily, through the pregnancy I really had no major issues other than heartburn (but what pregnant woman doesn't?) but within three weeks of delivery, I was starting to have gall bladder attacks (Imagine the worst back labor EVER) and was referred to a surgeon.

Apparently, mine was one of the fullest he'd seen and he commented that he wasn't sure how I'd gone another (almost) full year past diagnosis to have it removed.  I do.  The grace of God.

For comparison's sake, here is what a healthy, normal gall bladder looks like:

And this was mine:

I've actually recovered pretty quickly and by 3 days post-op was doing almost no pain meds, and none by day 4.  I'm still on a lifting restriction for a couple of weeks, but life is pretty much back to normal and I plan to start back to cleaning houses tomorrow.