Mommy Frankenstein

Tomorrow I go under the knife.   Say goodbye to the gall bladder.   Funny, the doctor reassured me that there’s no issue to remove it, because it isn’t really necessary in the first place.   Like the apendix.   But God gave them to me, so surely they are not accidental!   It’s not like He came up with “extra parts” when He put me together, so He stuck an extra organ or two in there.   I must admit that I’m a bit skeptical about my doc’s cavalier attitude.

If nothing else, I guess I can add this as one more reason why not to wear a bikini this summer… between my c-section scar and my accordian-like folds of skin hiding my secret six-pack abs, why not add another little demure pink trophy?   Then again, once you have an adorable kid to take to the beach with you, no one looks at you again anyway.   I could wear a Wonder Woman costume to the shore, and still have people look right past me to gaze at my sweet little perfect boy.

Can you tell I’m nervous about going to the hospital tomorrow?   I think I’m more nervous about not seeing Kenny for twenthy-four hours.   He’s like a mandatory  appendage, (unlike the unnecessary gall bladder) and it’s not easy to just take him off for the day.   I spend nearly  all of my  waking hours holding him, pinning him down to change a diaper, chasing him, being chased by him, singing to him, dancing with him, washing hummos off his face or playing with him each day.   What on earth am I going to do without him for twenty four hours???   Worse yet, with his grandparents here, will he even notice that I’m gone?

I’m being silly, I know.   It must come with the territory…