The Little Things

You know when you look back on a week and say to yourself, "Whoa... I can't believe that just happened?" I had one of those... 

-Monday I found out I need surgery (who ever said having a baby is easy??)

-Tuesday and Wednesday I spent the day at more Dr.'s appointments prepping me for surgery.

-Thursday I found myself wearing this hot purple gown and getting sliced open. 

-Surgery went well and I spent the night in the maternity ward. I heard a woman delivering her baby (that didn't sound pretty) and I saw lots of cute little people all swaddled and warm. 

-Friday I checked out. I have been hobbling around since trying not to use any body part that is close to my stomach for fear of pain. I have failed doing this, pain is inevitable.  

-Sat. we had tickets to Wicked for Valentines Day with the Brinton's. I informed my Dr. (pre-surgery) that I would only have surgery on the 12th if I could go to Wicked on the 14th. After looking at me like I was crazy he said I could go. Let's just say I looked like an idiot hobbling around SF but I went and it was awesome. 

-When you no longer can bend over, get into bed, or do anything you are used to... you always remember the little things you are grateful for. I could now make a list a hundred pages long... but my baby is doing great, he's still a boy,  and my husband is the best. And for that, I'm most grateful.