This week marked two weeks post-op, although it’s beginning to feel like it was a year ago. I had my first post-op appointment and it went well; the doctor was pleased with the way things were looking. I am starting to feel better, if I sit still and don’t move… but we all know how hard that is for me. I’ve overdone it a little bit with the freedom to drive again (no more pain medication!), and I’ve paid for it by feeling less than great so I’m currently reminding myself to relax and rest (ha!).
Last summer while standing in a beer line at a festival on the Fourth of July, something happened that would change a lot of things in my life in a very weird way. An older gentleman I definitely did not know asked me if it bummed me out when my boyfriend got to drink and I couldn’t. Wait a second — what? This person I don’t know at all just pretty much just implied that I must be pregnant and couldn’t indulge in an adult beverage and … yeah, what? Did he skip that day in common courtesy class when you don’t assume a lady’s pregnant because she’s got a little (or a…