All clear

Today was the ole' six-week postpartum checkup.

I was harboring some fears of the appointment. What with the speculum insertion and the poking of the cervix and the checking of the stitches and the discussion of the birth control.

But I am happy to report the appointment went well and there were no surprises.

Well, other than seeing how GIGANTIC diaphragms actually are. I mean MY GOD. You could huddle a family of five under one of those things in case of a rainstorm. My OB pulled out the box of them and I think I lost sight of her head behind the largest size. When she reappeared, she said that most women wear the second smallest size.

Of course, my cervix being what it is (the devil), it was not normal. Come on, you knew that had to be the case didn't you? So I was fitted with the smallest size.

Maybe cervix size is like foot size in China and I will now be a highly sought-after women who will be adored by men far and wide?

But I digress.

My doctor pronounced my stitches healed and my cervix closed and I can now commence with the working out and the working (ick) and the sex. She's a little late to the game (shhhhh...) but now we're officially sanctioned. And new for 2006: with birth control!

In light of my new status of a released-from-doctors-care woman, I walked home from the doctor's office with Jack in his stroller. It's about a mile, so I felt very healthy. On the way home, I stopped for a salad for lunch.

The healthiness, it cannot be stopped. Of course, I had to make some reparations for the brunch I consumed yesterday: chicken, waffles, mac-n-cheese, mashed potatoes and cinnamon rolls. There was some fruit in there too. So that was somewhat good for me.

Considering I have 7 pounds left to lose, I shall not be partaking of meals like that one any more. OK, I am lying. Out and out lying. Like I’m turning down chicken and waffles when they’re offered.