hiatus.

• Surgery was somewhat of a success. My stomach has three puncture wounds. They hurt like (a) mother(s). Except not all at once. In musical fashion, Fantasia-mop style.

• Baby isn’t here yet. Meadow is being induced tomorrow. So we’ll see.

• It still really, really, really hurts. I may or may not have overdone it last week while enjoying a false sense of alrightness at the hand of some mighty narcotics.

• In summary: Baby. Ow.

Huh.

I called today to schedule my surgery. It’s next week, Thursday to be exact: 28 June.

I’ve never had abdominal surgery, so I’ll admit that I am most-likely understandably concerned and perhaps even a little nervous. Just so you know, too, Googling “laparoscopy+dead” is bad. Nearly as bad as “dog+wart,” honestly.

Meadow hasn’t had the baby yet, either, so I don’t even have a sweet-smelling distraction to snuggle, and you know, distract me.

My mother arrives next Wednesday morning. As in, a week from tomorrow. I need to unpack. And I don’t know, scrub the baseboards or something. We won’t even acknowledge the fact that my mother is setting foot in Utah.

Me: So yeah, she’s coming and you know what that means …
Teya age 9: No, Ash, what does it mean?
Me: It means Jesus is coming back soon, that’s what it means. You better repent.