I talked to the doctor about the IUD and when we were good to go and all that, and she said 48 hours, but in light of the fact that I told her I was totally not into sex at the moment, she said I could tell Mike longer if I wanted to. I laughed and said that No, we'd talked, but that I was just surprised at how uninterested my body was in the whole thing. She said it was pretty common and promised me it would change. I just wish it would change already. Damn.

My cervix is all closed up and the doctor said that my bleeding should stop in the next two weeks. I gather that's what disability believes, too. I guess if I haven't stopped bleeding that they may want to extend my disability. I'm just sick of being the Kotex Queen. I'm sorry, but six weeks of wearing a pad just gets old. And for those of you who are thinking bad things about the possible double entender, no, I have NOT been wearing the same pad all six weeks, ya sickos.

I don't really want my disability extended, but if my body isn't ready, then there's not much I can do about it. We'll see what happens. The big problem is that my brain is ready. I miss the intellectual challenge of work.

Okay, so I've had some challenges at home. Today, I had to figure out how to bake, frost and decorate 24 cupcakes for Russell's class while simultaneously entertaining a baby who was fiending for breast milk. I tell ya, that girl is in a growth spurt, ladies and gents. I managed to fill all the little cups with batter by sticking the baby in the vibrating bouncer and when she started to crab, I got the thing bouncing with my foot, while I got the last 10 cups filled. Then as I got up to put them in the oven, I realized that I killed the baby. She was out cold...dead to the world.

She stayed down long enough for me to get the cupcakes out on time. I got them out and let them cool. She woke up in between and when I got her down for all of an hour, I frosted the cooled down cupcakes and decorated them with an oreo cookie. The frosting was, of course, cookies 'n' cream. Mike came in the door and uttered his abject adoration of me for being able to accomplish said feat, and promptly downed half a dozen oreos. I pretended I didn't see him scarfing down on them and then teased him later for hitting the cookies.

Oh, my Baked Goods Fiend of a hubby, how I love you, but you're not too subtle. He simply hasn't learned the fine-tuned art of bulimia and cleaning up the crumbs and hiding the wrappers. It's okay, though, because even if he knew to do that stuff, I'd find him out from my days with struggling with that disease. Muhaha!

We took the cupcakes into the classroom and passed them out to the first-graders. Mike waited til class got out and then couldn't help himself any more. He had one of the 6 leftovers and was licking the crumbs off his fingers with glee right there in the middle of the classroom. It was then that I realized I married a big gigantic kid when it comes to baked goods.

On the other hand, I didn't touch the cupcakes. I had a cookie. I licked a little frosting, but basically, I was good. I hadn't done anything to affect my sugars particularly. I had my sandwich and my blueberries and liked it.

Well, I was good until Bear informed me that I couldn't have a cupcake as I let him and his dad off at the dentist on the way to my appointment. I merely narrowed my eyes and thought to myself,"Oh, YEAH?!" And then I ate a cupcake.

Bad diabetic.

The Good Diabetic walked Russell to school this morning and is going to go swimming tonight, though. Her blood pressure is still outstanding (110/65), though she's gained 2.5lbs. Swimming, swimming, swimming. I have to get back into the swing of it. I will swim tonight between baby naps. I'm going to start at doing just some light stuff for 15 minutes and see how I feel. I'll build it back over time and I'm sure I'll be good in no time. It's just odd to be so comparatively out-of-shape.

I know, I know. Give myself a break. I just had a baby. But that excuse will only fly for another couple weeks.