I often think about how great it'll be to be light and lean again - to be able to bound out of a chair, bed, or car without shooting pain, to be able to pick up B without worry, to go on long walks again, to get in the hot tub! Last night I took a minute to paint my toenails and nearly passed out. Shaving my legs produces similar issues. The women on my WTE app post constantly about how to keep their vajayjay groomed, when you can't even see it. Thankfully I have no one to impress so this area has long been happily neglected!
Today my cleaning lady comes (bless her) and then tomorrow B has a long stint at the kennel so I can attend my SMC meeting and then do my taxes. It's not what I would like but unfortunately my tax appointment was moved from today, so it leaves me with nothing at all to do today and way too much going on tomorrow. Oh well, it bought me some time not having to work on the taxes last night, which was a welcome break.
I try to picture life now with the two boys, which is so close. How will it really feel to be a "mother of two"? I still think of that term and think it can't possibly apply to me. How will Bumpus be as a big brother? Will they be buddies or just annoy/ignore each other? What if they have nothing in common? What if Bumpus never quite adjusts?
But those are all worst case scenarios. I know B will be fine, but I know enough to expect an adjustment period. I am setting myself up to be understanding, though, and (hopefully) not be angry, punishing mommy if he acts out. It's a huge thing about to happen to him and I want to make sure I lovingly guide him through it.