It's been six weeks and one day since Smooch's and my world turned temporarily upside-down and inside-out.
Smooch has thrived on having an extra person in the house, and much to my surprise, so have I.
You have no idea how happy I get when somebody besides me takes out the trash.
My surgeon told me yesterday that I can resume my normal activities, as long as they don't cause any pain.
He also said I have to keep packing the ever-shrinking hole in my gut for another two weeks –
not the news I had hoped for, but it's got to close up eventually.
Sooner or later, we'll be back to normal.