One thing I am noticing about being pregnant, moms LOOOOOOVE to talk about their birth stories. (Don’t traumatize me.) Well, I’ve got one for you. (Let me traumatize you.)
I’ve said that 2 weeks after surgery I was at Disney World. I was thinking of my anniversary, December 16th being 14 days after I checked out from the hospital. You know what? I can make it sound better than that. December 2nd, I was at Martha Jefferson. December 11th I was at Walt Disney World. That’s 9 days! Crazy! I’m awesome!
I suddenly have a new burst of energy thinking about our trip this coming December. For some reason, I had assumed that I’d basically be on bed-rest for 3 months after giving birth… so how the heck will I finagle an anniversary trip 2 months after the baby’s due date? So. Okay. What? Like, this is the one year we don’t have dinner at California Grill on our anniversary? Poor baby. Can you cope? It’s the end of the woooorld…
No wait.
I was cut wide open and had a 15 lb. pot roast removed and 9 days after I checked out of the hospital, I checked in to Disney’s Wilderness Lodge!
It was no little cut either! No little golf-ball sized cyst that was removed with 3 tiny incisions. No. Every doctor that I have seen since (and it’s a lot with this pregnancy thing) who sees the (like 10? 12 inch?) scar from Mr. Nasty is taken aback with a gasp and a distinct “WTF” face. They all ask who did that to me, like I went to a butcher (and it was a pot roast – ha). None of them can believe it. I should start carrying around the picture of that bad boy in my wallet.
Boom.
and 9 days later… BOOM.
Look how happy I am! I could see my feet! This isn’t a girl who’s on bed-rest or in unbearable pain. This is a girl on the mend! This is a happy girl – glad to have that disgusting thing out of her!!!
Tom says Dr. Stadler said that I am one tough cookie. I like that. I am. I can do this. It might be a slower trip. The trip last year was slow. That’s good. I can relish every moment. Last December I was feeling like it was a new beginning, and like I had the best husband in the whole wide world. So optimistic. So happy. We were both just over-the-moon excited. You know, like, maybe this year we’ll be able to get pregnant… finally.
Not much has changed. Tom is still the absolute best guy in the wide, wide world. And just think of the “new beginning” that we’ll be celebrating this year. A brand new life!
That La Kid 
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