Every day since returning to work, I've thought of a few things I'd love to blog about. Some of them I was smart enough (in my opinion) to save somewhere (we'll see what you think in a minute, won't we?).
So, here are some parts of conversations and thoughts I've had over the past two weeks.
With my Mad-A-Girl at the doctor's office for Fynnie's monthly shot:
"Is that the music for me to dance?" Yes, yes it is. (Even better than dancing, Mad stepped into the middle of the packed waiting room and held her snowman out. Mm-hmm, my girl's a performance artist.)
With my sister, who was reflecting on her (thankfully temporary) post-surgery life with a catheter and without hormone replacement therapy:
"I call the bag Whizzer. Ya know, it's not that bad. I'm kind of getting used to peeing like a guy. I think I'm jealous."
"I'm so emotional. I'm all over the place. One minute I'm crying watching Pride and Prejudice and the next I'm cursing at the TV because it's too effing slow."
"I don't want chocolate. I don't know why. It's got to be better than being high."
With my Wicked Stepmom, who texted me last week from her home outside of Atlanta:
"Hello from the sunny south. NOT. Snowed in. One mom, six children, one nana, one papa, and one dog who doesn't want to pee in the snow!"
A few minutes later, "We are hoping for a small window to get them home. It's going to ice up in two hrs, all is closed here."
In terms of real life, face-to-face conversations, I learned that my multi-tasking skills, and Nance's poker face skills aren't up to par anymore when I flashed her the pic of me trying on those pants in the middle of a meeting last week. Okay, so Nance actually held it together pretty well after that view. It was the shot of Madelyn trying to put "milk in a bag" for Fynn that did her in.
And, within my own brain, I had a pregnancy scare. Yes, I did have my tubes tied. But I recently joined a board for moms to share baby clothes and gear amongst ourselves (more on this topic later). One mama, who has a gob of children and got her tubes tied last spring is now expecting a baby. So, when my breasts were extra sore and sensitive, and my appetite and sleep patterns were changing, I immediately thought it could be a baby. Between you and me, I was not exactly upset (as long as I didn't think too deeply about how life would change yet again). Instead, the truth is that I had cracked nipples, a clogged duct and, oh yeah, my first period since forever ago. It's a bundle alright.
There you go. A little trip through my life and mind. Aren't you glad I was able to keep these gems and share them with you?