Yesterday and today rocked. I actually got dressed! And went out of the house (yes, both days!) AND enjoyed it!

Wearing pants still hurts like a MOFO, though.

Yesterday I pried myself out of my usual reclined semi-fetal position so Ken and I could to go the grocery store. It felt sooo nice to walk around and stretch, even if I was exhausted by the end of the trip.

... it felt like a date. I must be 'getting on in years' if going to the grocery store, 2-weeks post-hysterectomy is romantic.

Today Ken took me on a walk. We walked around the block and then to the entrance of the park and back. I couldn't really be to far away from a bathroom so we didn't go into the park... maybe tomorrow.

Everything was doing great until this afternoon when Hunny Bear decided to pounce directly onto my left ovary and plant her ass on my scar. Needless to say, she brought me to tears after a blood curdling scream that I'm certain made the neighbors wonder if I was being murdered. It wouldn't have been so bad except she took me completely by surprise and I had no time to react or shield myself.

The poor thing looked like someone had shot at her and I know she felt bad. The rest of the afternoon she insisted on squeezing her little furry body directly next to mine while we watched television on the bed. I forgave her.

This upcoming week I have things I must do, especially with my son.. so I foresee more days of wearing pants whether I like it or not. :P