What a couple of weeks! Most of you know that I got very sick and had to get my gallbladder taken out last week. I happen to be one of the wussiest people on the planet, so this was quite traumatic for me. However, we survived, and I'm happy to say I'm feeling much better today! Can you believe I'm actually going to spare you the details of my sickness and surgery? Let's just say, I've never felt that bad. Ever. And I'm so glad they ripped out that stinkin' gallbladder. The end.
There's just one problem. The doctor actually told me not to lift anything over ten pounds for a month. Is he kidding? In my sickness (I was literally laying in the exam room moaning) I took a moment to laugh at him for suggesting such a thing. Obviously he doesn't know that I have a chub of love baby at home. We said, "That's impossible! We have an eight month old at home. An eight month old that weighs over twenty pounds!" He said to wait at least a week or two and then to move VERY slowly and carefully while picking her up.
Okay. It's just a week or two. How hard can it be? Well, let me tell you. It's really freaking hard. Not because I don't have help, because our parents have been extremely helpful the last couple of weeks. In fact, if it weren't for them things would have been much harder on my husband. It's just so hard to not be the one to put her to bed at night or to pick her up first thing in the morning or greet her from her naps with a big hug. She's my chub of love! I want to pick her up and spin her around and squeeze her. Sigh. I guess I'll just have to be good and wait five more days.
In the words of my three year old, "Poopy stink." That's all I have to say about that.
