Let ye be warned this post contains middriftosity.
Today, I skyped with my parents after several weeks of missed skype calls (we skype on the weekly). And they asked me how I was feeling - and I was all "um, I'm fine thanks, why wouldn't I be?"
And then I remembered Jorge - oh right. THAT'S why.
I guess the point is I feel heaps better. So much better that I've kind of forgotten the amount of pain I was in. I've already kind of forgotten that I had about five good days in every month as opposed to now where I might have four bad ones. I still have some long term fears - I still have endometriosis in me (mini-Jorges if you will), but the doctor has hopes that they'll be nothing and I have hopes I'm going to find a kick ass Chinese Medicine doctor in Melbourne who is going to be all "don't you fret none, I have a delicious tasting Jorge-evicting herb for you to take..." - I have several leads on Chinese Medicine doctors - not delicious tasting herbs, those I'm not sure exist.
On that note, I'm going to do something that I said I'd never do. I'm going to show you the Jorge Belly Bloat aka three months pregnant belly aka I'm REALLLY grouchy and if you talk to me I'll turn into a VERY angry hippo.
When you look at this picture, I can already hear you - "D. Girl. You are just pushing your belly out. You're not *that* big. I've seen bigger." But let me tell you friends, I'm sucking this bad boy in for this photo op AND wearing elastic pants because my cordoroys were digging into my tummy so much. And perhaps worst of all is that this tummy was rock hard and not in a "oooh sexy, muscles" kind of way but in a "Whoa, an alien is momentarily going to push its hand through your belly button kind of way."
And as for comparison, this is my tummy as it is today.
The other life lesson I learned today is that is nearly impossible to look regal while wearing a baby hat.
That's right, over Easter I learned how to crochet! Check out that baby hat.
And this is the whole baby outfit, sans baby.
What's new with you?