Steve called me on Tuesday to see how the kindergarten run went with me sporting a c-section incision and carrying an infant carrier. I cheerfully told him I didn't split myself open and he didn't have to worry. He didn't appreciate the humor. I forget that he also lived through the year-long nightmare of the non-healing incision when I had Sam. I really need to work on being more sensitive with stuff like that.
So I'm going to blog something else for him (and my mother) to worry about. :o)
Do you know what I had to eat today (until Sam got home)? Two hashbrowns and two Little Debbie Nutty Bars. Yeah, I know. I really need to do better with the nutritional value in my diet...but nothing sounded good. I swear I've gone from eating everything I can get my hands on to eating...well...not much. It's really not helping my physical well-being...by 6pm I generally feel like I've been run over by a truck. Yesterday, a brief visit to WalMart brought evening leg cramps and a backache. I prefer to think it's because my body is getting used to working without the aid of the Lovenox again...but it could just be that I'm getting old (bite your tongue).