So, there is a cut in a different direction than most 'cuts'. There are stitches. There is percocet involved. I ran out. Called to renew the prescription and this is the conversation I had with the nurse at my OB's office.
Nurse: So, how are you feeling?
Me: (thinking we're talking about the reason I'm calling, to refill a prescription on a controlled substance) I'm ok, just still pretty sore.
Nurse: And how is the baby?
Me: She's good.
Nurse: And so now you have how many kids?
Nurse: So you have a girl... and...
Me: a boy.
Nurse: Good for you! One of each. So you want Dr. Crawford to renew your prescription?
Me: Yes, I'm still pretty sore.
Nurse: Ok, you can come and pick it up anytime (did you know you have to pick up prescriptions for percocet? they can't be called in).
So, was that a quiz? Was she making sure I wasn't high? Was she afraid I'd be handing the pills out on Halloween? I'm not sure. The good news is I passed the test. And she was probably just being nice making conversation. I, on the other hand, was probably just paranoid that they would question why I want more pills. This could quickly spiral out of control.
In other news...
In 12 hours our little girl will be 1 week old. I'm feeling a headbanded photo shoot in our future.
Cannon went to school today in a tshirt that says "Coolest Big Brother". Cause he is.
1 week appointment this morning, she gained 3 ounces in 3 days. We'll take it. Apparently my milk is working. Hoo. Ray.
If I were a contestant on the Biggest Loser, I would definitely be above the yellow line this week. Why? Oh, cause in the last 7 days I've lost 20 pounds. What? Um, I have fought off five pounds for MONTHS before. I know it's mostly water weight and baby but does that matter? Nope. Sure doesn't.
The Best part? Pumpkin carving tonight.