And the CT scan reveals...

Hey Jake and Wavy,

Can you say hee-muh-TOE-muh? Mmmmhmmm. I knew ya could...

It's a large, football-sized mass of fluid collecting beneath my c-section incision. I had to go in to the doctor's office Thursday and have it drained. A whole liter of fluid sucked out via a needle the size of a turkey baster.

I jokingly asked for a valium before the procedure, but the P.A. said, "sure, why not?" and I was pretty damn high for the rest of the visit, plus the car-ride home. Nice, but it also meant another 24 hours of no nursing. Worth it at the time, but definitely not the following midnight when you were squealing like a piggy and my boobs hurt and I was faced with the prospect of making you another evil bottle.



So I'm already making plans for my first post-baby outing, sans babies and husband. Cracker's playing the Nugget on New Year's Eve, and although I would love to go with your daddy, he's going to stay at home with the two of you and I am going to venture out by myself. I don't trust anyone I know, except the grandparents, with the care of the two of you.

I presented this scenario to your daddy with much trepidation, knowing that it's a semi-selfish pursuit, but he was game -- which is a good thing, considering I had already bought my single ticket.

More later. It's much too late/early. Love you!