I was at my post-delivery check-up earlier today. I wasn’t asked to “fill the cup” so no competition, no race to prove Americans *can* be more efficient than zee Germans.
All the gossip mags were in German, natürlich, and I didn’t recognize any of the celebrities.
I was bored, although I should have probably come up with a good story as to how that final surgical wire disappeared.
Fortunately, I got the “all clear” to start resuming a fitness routine. Everything is healing up nicely, and I’m a healthy mama. What more could I ask for? (Sleep. I could ask for more sleep!)