Naughty Mommy
I bought the bag. It was only $100 at Amazon and we had a $40 credit floating around, so why not? Mike and Erik took all our change to the coin counter a few months ago and got an Amazon credit. We were going to let Erik pick something out, but that never happened. Not like the boy is deprived anyway. So now the bag is mine, all mine. I loved my other diaper bag, but it is in pretty sorry shape.
In other news, I found a couple of gender neutral Christmas shirts that Erik wore when he was 15 months old. I was looking at them and I seriously doubt that Elsa will be able to wear them at Christmas. She’ll be 9 months old and they will be way too small. You should see this child’s chunky thighs. I’m going to dip her in batter and fry her up.
That sounded kind of terrible, didn’t it? Where do all the sayings about eating babies come from, anyway?
I finally had another ultrasound on Friday and have been paying the price all weekend. Nothing like sticking a 20 inch wand up your hooha and stirring all your innards around. I am so sorry for all you ladies that have to have regular internal sonograms for fertility reasons. I had no idea it would be so painful. I was almost crying and I thought it would never end, but she did finally say she found the ovary and could see the cyst. She wouldn’t tell me anything else.
I am really tired of this pain and am ready to have the whole thing taken care of, but I don’t want to go through surgery. Who ever does want to go through surgery, though? I guess we’ll see what the doctor wants to do.
I just found out my babysitter had to have an emergency cyst removal surgery. She had a dermoid cyst, but her’s was 10 cm. In addition to hair and skin, her’s had two teeth and a bone. She said her surgery was just like a c-section without a baby. I am hoping my cyst will be small enough for laproscopic surgery.
How is it I’ve never heard of a dermoid cyst before that night in the ER a couple of months ago and now all of a sudden Brain, Child has an essay about a woman who had one and my babysitter has one?
Speaking of my body. . . ugh. I’m so out of shape. I went to Latin Cardio today and just about died. Before I was pregnant I was thinking about dropping that class because it was so easy I didn’t even feel like I was getting a work out. Today I had to stop several times just to catch my breath. I couldn’t do the balance challenges either. I need to become a gym regular again, but so far I’m only making it about three times a week in my postpartum world.
Also, I need to stop eating ice cream and cake every day. And salty things. I’ve never been one for salty things, but since having Elsa I can’t get enough chips and fried chicken.
Ok, time for a shower. And maybe a nap. Only I am never taking a nap again. I took a nap yesterday and was wrecked the rest of the day. Elsa is a good sleeper, but last night she was trying to flip over in her sleep all night which was not conducive to my sleep. If she could just get her arm out of the way she’d be able to do it. Maybe next week she’ll be mobile. Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!