This Baby Has Me in Stitches
So I have been blessed (cursed?) with very fair skin. So fair, my dog used to bark at me when I was wearing a swim suit. Seriously, it was totally insulting. Aren’t dogs supposed to be your best friend? Lie to me dang it! Tell me I look fantastic!
Along with this pasty skin (mostly thanks to genetics) comes the development of “beauty marks.” I went to the dermatologist yesterday to have one looked at. I read that skin changes during pregnancy are normal due to hormones, but if there are changes, they should be checked out. I had a feeling going in that it would be last time I saw that cute little dot on the back of my calf.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the six stitches I would walk away with after said appointment. We should have results within a week, which honestly, I’m completely NOT worried about (and neither is the doctor). But something about having a baby has shut down many logical pathways in my brain and I never saw it coming. (Oh, the baby brain stories I could tell. We’ll save it for a later post I guess). But this is the first time in my life that I’ve had stitches. And they are bothersome. Not downright painful, but I may reassess that viewpoint after I’ve showered and changed the bandages.
So I’ve got about two weeks to really milk this stitches situation for all it’s worth. But sadly, I’m really bad at doing that. So I’ll go finish the laundry, do some grocery shopping, and come home to clean the house. Aren’t I a good wife??