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MUST.
NOT.
LET.
LXFOREVER.
DIE!!!

So with that…
EOTD 12/19/13.

Got up an hour before the alarm. 4am. Actually baby got up and wanted to eat so I got up. Fed baby. (“Kiss BayyyBeee!” “BAYYYBeee HUNNNNgry!”). Cuddled baby for a long time :). Put baby down. Packed stuff, made coffee, ate stuff, showered, pumped. Got dressed and hit the road. 6:58am. Late start!

Off to physical therapy, which has had several false starts. This was the real deal. UMN. I was instead ridiculously early so I got some gas at a somewhat sketchy gas station. Then to PT. We are attempting to treat my femoral acetabular impingement (FAI), which I’ve evidently had for 2+ years (maybe my whole life?!?) but had always attributed the hip pain to my bum knee. An X-ray taken after the pain became somewhat bothersome however has proven otherwise. Whatever. As everyone keeps saying, pregnancy and breastfeeding can exacerbate…EVERYTHING. Indeed. Not to mention 50 lbs of preg then/15 lbs of baby now. Ha ha.

The physical therapist was AMAZING. Jill. She was stylish, tall, and had dark dark intense eyes that were almost black. Beautiful. She was also brilliant. She was able to address all of my problems, including missing PCL, gymnastics life, and postpartum life, with ease. She knows all about the post-baby body, having had 3 of ‘those little persons’ herself, AND even asked which leg was my ‘leap leg’. OMFG AMAZEMENT. Her student was also very kind, and it was fun to hear her teach the student whilst using me and my movements as an example. Hah. Anyway I left with a bevy of good exercises, several more appointments, and a New Hope for solving this thing!

Across the street to Starbucks for a holiday drink and gift cards. This particular Starbucks was hoppin’ with a lot of who I assume were Somali dudes. It was really cool. They were all crowded around chatting like I imagine people do in other countries in the world…just shooting the shit. Nice. Got my drink and drove to work where I parked in my new ‘no riff-raff’ parking RAMP. Yes that’s right. Jaywalked (fail) and got to my desk.

The day was sort of a waste. It was our holiday party day AND someone had messed with my desk so I had to put that back together. But. I did get SOME things done. We had an ‘informal’ department lunch. I worked while gossiping. Probably said things I shouldn’t have. But WCYD? A coworker wanted a ride to the party. I did not want to give him a ride because a. I do not like him much b. I was worried I may have to pump in the car so was welcoming no one along for the ride (YES I have pumped while driving, YES I love that idea of efficiency, NO it is not a great idea, NO don’t do it).

Drive across the bridge and stop for a few holiday cards/gifts. The cards turned out to be NOT the right size and F THEM for lying to me. OK whatever. I didn’t notice it until later, so, yeah. Get to party which is conveniently located right by Jeff’s eye appointment that is to happen in the middle. I park behind Doug who also has an old blue Civic and we celebrate that. Go in with the “walkers” and Doug.

Party Boss/Former Big Boss is disappointed in my late arrival, he says he had to get the “tournament setup” going himself since I was late. OOPS! Ha ha. JK. I get myself a sparkly drink and make everyone pick a team. By a miracle Boss and Kara and I are all on the same team. BADASS! They finish cooking, we start games. Pictionary. My team is exceptional. We kick so much ass it’s like the other team isn’t even there. Once I’m sure we’re sufficiently ahead (JK) I go to Jeff’s eye appointment. We have a wonderful eye doctor. (Side note, this week I think I attended 4 medical appointments…yep. Nothing big just random coincidence of appointments.) It was nice to see Jeff and our great eye doctor. Things looked good and that was good.

Back to the party where eating is in full swing. I load up a plate and talk about babies with baby-having coworkers and then Yogurt Lab…INCESSANTLY. SORRY. Ha ha. Party Boss is intrigued but also very skeptical. He’s an East Coaster I think! 😉 The party devolves into: favor-pulling, joke-telling, skit-having (YIKES) and then prediction-making. Funny but awkward. Oh work! I work with a bunch of weirdos and I love it.

I notice it is 7:22 and decide to BOLT. Gather up the drawings/artwork I saved and hit the road where I arrive home to a happy husband and baby who is luckily still awake. Cuddle and feed baby and put her to bed. Then I probably passed out…or did I work? I can’t remember anymore. LIFE!

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OTHER NOTES:
-It is almost Xmas WTF
-We have a 6-month-old WTF
-The difference between Jeff and I:
…..his reaction to being named Best Man – 1) what an honor 2) SHIT I have to give a speech (cues furious anxiety over how that all will go)
…..my reaction to being name MOH (in past) 1) what an honor 2) AWESOME I get to make a speech!!! (cues furious plotting/speechwriting in head)
-Other than my Dad’s diagnosis and some other family health problems, I would like to relive 2013 over and over
-half of this entry was written in the UMN pool locker room

OUT(T)IE!