Went to the OB (I still always say 'vet' in my head since we've spent a lot more time at the vet than any other kind of doc) for my 2 week checkup. Getting weighed was actually good - I'm down 26 pounds from my last pregnancy visit!

It's an excellent diet - all you have to do is gestate for 40+ weeks, then have a crazyass prolonged painful delivery and then breastfeed what seems like constantly after the baby's born.

The entire staff gathered 'round Val's oh so very pink carseat to fawn over her. We heard many times that she's very cute and really, no matter how many times I hear it, I have no choice but to agree.

The PA (we never seem to see my doc herself at these visits) said oh so matter of factly isn't technology great, because before c-sections came along, with a delivery like ours, the baby and I could have just died instead of Val arriving safely and both of us leaving the hospital in one piece.

Oh. Thanks for that perspective.

She removed the weird adhesive things holding my incision together and I felt a crapload better right away. I'm cleared to drive (though I'm not sure I'll be driving Betty for a bit, I may end up in Andrea's car) but am supposed to wait until 8 weeks to play hockey.

We'll see about that.