Ooooooghhh….

I’m a wreck, ya’ll.  A WRECK.  Now, I know I mentioned to you all the c-section incision and how it’s hurting more than my incisions have hurt in the past.  But that’s not the extent of it.  You see, I seem to have become infected somewhere along the way and have a mild cold.  Remember when I said I thought I was getting sick about a week before she was born?  That sort of petered out or held off or whatever and now it is back.  I am NOT. HAPPY.  Because even mild colds have coughs.  And there is NO cough mild enough to be tolerable with an already sore incision.  Just trust me.  Every little cough makes me yelp and grab at my incision.  And this morning my voice said, “Yeah, no,” and vacated the premises.  It’s back, but then it goes and is back… and now I sound like a lifetime smoker.  I haven’t sneezed yet, but I’m scared.  Because that will SUCK.

So let’s do a little inventory here, shall we?  I have a super sore (and still “seeping”, gah!) incision, a sore, cracked, bleeding boobie, a most inconvenient cold and I’m working on about 3 hours of sleep last night.  As a result, I am surprised I am still alive.  Of course, then I look at poor Miss Zoot and her awful cough and my woes seem pretty small in comparison, but STILL.  I am feeling pretty pathetic over here.  I think I need a spa vacation.  Something with a steaming soak in a hot tub, a facial, a back/foot/etc rub and perhaps even a nice manicure.

Yeah, not going to happen.  Dangit.

In baby news, she is fabulous.  I love her to pieces.  She was a big hit at MOPS today and wore the cutest little lavender outfit (the very same one that we had planned to bring her home in).  She was very good and slept for most of the meeting.  I was glad I was able to go.  We Babies R Us afterward and that too was great, except for that I left my diaper bag in the mother’s room.  We’ll have to make a trip by there again (oh darn!) tomorrow while we’re out for Evie’s pediatrician appointment to pick it up.  We still need to take an outfit back anyhow so it’s all good.

I’ve totally run out of things to say.  My brain just ran out on me.  I am planning to do a birth story post, soon.  I hoped to do it today but… no.  Instead, you get this cruddy post.