Post op appointment

We went down to S.Antonio yesterday for my post op appointment. She removed the stitches and we discussed the "plan."

I told her that last week I had seen an abundance of CM and that my nip.ples were sore and that had been cramping during that time also. She was quite excited to hear this. Especially since all these things haven't really happened to me before so it obviously shows that the surgery did something. She said, "great...start trying next month!"

I think at that point I probably turned a few different shades of red.

You see, we had already...dumdadumdumdummm...done it.

I think we both probably felt like kids getting caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But, we didn't mention it to her because she didn't ask.

We had joked, on the drive down, about who would tell her that we hadn't wait the two full recommended weeks. I felt fine and was missing my husband (the feeling was def. mutual!) and thought it would be fine. Everything is fine, I know that it's not that big of a deal but it sure felt like it for about a half a second sitting their in the doctor's office.

I have more to post about how AMAZING of a doctor she is but I'm rather tired and wanting to just veg out in front of the TV and watch the Ran.gers vs. Yanke.es...GO RAN.GERS!!! I'll definitely need to dedicate a whole post about her because she is that amazing.

Anyways, since living with my GM, I found a bag with some old pictures, report cards, school reports, etc... and I found one "book" that I wrote when I was 8...I was a book about "the best things," here's two pages I took pictures of:


My favorite part is that I misspelled "smart" REALLY big in the picture! ;) Oh yeah, and the part about being mothers...


You see, the desire to be a mother was with me even in the second grade...

"When I quote others I do so in order to express my own ideas more clearly." (Michel de Montaigne)