...Post Op.
I've made it!
It's been SO hard to not lift my little guys for this long, even to just give them a 'boost' into their car seats or onto the couch or my lap. But I've been a good girl. Followed Dr's orders. Taken it easy. Gotten out of housework. Sneaked in a few naps as recently as this past week. I guess it hasn't been all bad...
I guess I shouldn't approach the 6 week mark as instant approval to lift furniture, 50# bags of rice, the overstuffed sack of clothing still sitting in the corner of our closet awaiting donation, or other heavy items in the house. My evening swelly belly probably wouldn't like it too much.
Menopause at 33 pretty much stinks. By what others have said, it sounds like it does at 43 or 53 or (?) 63 too, but I can only go with my own experience here. I am cold most of the time, interspersed with oh-so-lovely hot flashes. Mostly at night. When I would like to get some sleep. I'm convinced that has something to do with my recent habit of forgetting what I was saying mid-sentence.
Now why am I posting this?
