My husband is a real stand-up comic today! While assessing my tummy for the infamous linea nigra (which is there, but super light, hoping it stays that way, that sucker took months to go away before), Joe asked me "if you have a c-section, can your doctor just cut off a little bit of your extra skin before she sews you back up?" The irony of this question-there is no talk of me needing a c-section nor do I think I would elect to have one unless it was medically necessary. Thanks Joe!
Next up, while on a phone conversation with his mom this morning, I overhear him telling her "she's doing good, not blowing up like she did the first time, her snoring though is keeping me up all night, I keep looking over expecting to see fat guy with a beard and a flannel shirt on next to me in bed, you know like a lumberjack". OMG! Thanks again Joe!
I think prozac is doing wonders for me!
Today while getting ready I heard a song on pandora that I heard a million times but today it brought me back to the reality of my life now.
"Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
The only thing that keeps me sane
is knowing I'll see you again someday"
~Kenny Chesney "Who you'd be today"
As I sit here and blog and await my 9:30 massage appointment, that I so desperately need, I can't help but think that I am not even close to where I want to be in life but this is my life and taking it day by day in my survival mode is the only thing that gets me through.