Six week check up

I am great. My scar looks good, my blood pressure is good, my weight is great. I can exercise now. And I WANT to exercise because my stomach looks like it fell down. Not that my body was ever my best quality, but now it is best seen in the dark. As in, NOT SEEN AT ALL. I went upstairs to have some alone time with the mirror and tried on my lingerie. Well, my butt is much smaller and so is my waist. But THE BOOBS ARE LOW. LOW LOW LOW. Depressingly low.

Anyhow, my ob asked what we were going to do about birth control and I laughed. I can't help laughing. I could bathe in sperm and not get pregnant. She told me I was not to have a baby for another year and a half. I told her there was NO WAY I was waiting a year and a half. She gave me this shocked look, like where had her compliant patient gone? But clarified that I could not give birth for a year and a half, I could start trying when Peter was 9 months to a year.

Apparently it is bad to get pregnant too soon after a c-section because the scar tissue can open up. I told her I just could not take birth control seriously. She told me about a patient she had that got pregnant a few months after her c-section and when my ob opened her up. there was just webbing of the uterine tissue under the skin. Sooo Mister is now insisting on birth control. Because the ob was all "you and the baby could die", but I think the odds of that are pretty small.

Birth control? Come on now. SRSLY? FINE. Fine, I will go along with Dr. Forbidding and Scared Mister. But I refuse to think of it as any more than indulging them both.

The ob did say that she does not think I will have the same problems if we do have another. Which was nice to hear, if hard to believe. But I don't have to go back there for months till it is time for my annual.

Peter is still snuffy, and pitiful. I was so tired last night I was swaying on my feet and thought I might pass out. He was sooo tired but just too congested to sleep. So I would give him saline, take him into the bathroom and crank the shower, he would get comfortable enough to fall asleep and then the steam would get to me and we would have to leave. Then he would feel ok for a little bit and then back to snuffling and gurgling. I can't decide if this is better or worse than the screaming we had before.

My Dad and stepmom came down yesterday, and it was great. Peter slept on his grandma for hours and I got to fold laundry and FINALLY vacuum the stairs. If I sound like a loon talking about cleaning the stairs all the time, it's because our cats like to sleep on the stairs and they get coated in cat hair. Ick. Five cats= constant cleaning.

You know people have suggested to me that we might get rid of our cats now, and it makes me furious. They are part of our family and I am not going to toss them aside like they were a coping mechanism till I had my real baby. Fuck you people, they are my babies and THEY STAY. A pet is not something you toss away like a pair of pants.