shower....
Thank goodness for capri pants!
I have tried all day to make life easy,(no not for me) and due to the depression the baggage gal feels, it has been difficult. I understand the long justifiable list for the depression. I feel bad about all of it, I hate it. But regardless, I have felt mighty frustrated between the dog, the kid, the phone, and yes the girl in the bed.... about 1100 times. Now for a tiny bit of comic relief. After the drying off, I helped put the capri pants on I had bought a couple days ago- they were extra extra soft and 3 or 4 sizes too big. As soon as we got them up- way up. Baggage looks down, and with a goofy/in pain/massively depressed/cute voice says- " I thought these were capri's!!! " I looked down and the super soft 8/10's were dragging the ground and acting as a support bra! Finally something to laugh about! Thank the heavens! Not the funniest thing ever. But thankfully it was a break in the gloomy sadness that even a post-surgery frowny girl had to laugh about.... It is even more funny to see the face of a girl trying sooooooooo hard not to laugh...laugh.
Goodnight all. The baggage girl I hope! will be up to speed soon. She is one sad, depressed, baggy pants wearing little cutie. I see all the greatness in the world in the right ovary being found, leaking ink, lookin' good etc... but she pretty much is sad about the other ovary still. With good reason. Maybe I celebrated the other too much, but that is how i see things. Mr Happy. Maybe I will arrange a memorial for the ovary that may not help in baby making, and give a pep talk to the one that is up and running right. Not sure, but either way. Its time for bed and last round of pills for the freshly showered one....
Geo