I went in for my 6-week check up "in the stirrups" visit to my doctor today. The logistics of what to do with the kids were just exhausting. What we ended up doing was packing worksheets, books and pens and tag-teaming in the lobby. Because the Lord and all those people at all those places I've recently mentioned knows - I was not about to leave the kids alone there. And I sure as hell wasn't going to take them back to my exam room with me... "Mommy, what are these booties on these weird swivel handles for?" Uh, no way. So, Ricardo met me and took care of the kids.
It was a minimal visit, but I'm happy to report all is right again. The emotional void of my missing uterus has been filled with cake.(I've been eating a lot of cake.) I'm free to lift heavy objects, vacuum, and exercise to my little sub-cardio vasculared heart's content.
Doctor Fantastic: "Scoot down some more."
"Fine. Just makes me nervous with that paper gown, no undies, all that cold air... Fine, I'll scoot."
"Done. Okay, scoot back up."
"But I just got here..."
"You're all good. You have no restrictions now."
"None?"
"Nope, everything's back to normal."
"Great! Ricardo will so happy I can mow the lawn again. I mean, he'll be happy about sex too, but mostly the lawn."
We left and went straight to the gym where I hit the steam room, ran a mile, and did some lunges. Then we came home and I made more cake. Life is good.
That's how I roll.
