I’m thankful today that Patrick’s car is finally fixed from the accident at the hospital a month ago. Since I have been off work, it’s worked out to be down to one car, but starting next week, we’ll need them both.

I was planning to get into our hot tub tonight since I’ve gotten cleared by my doctor, but he kinda poked at my incisions and now I have a spot that seems scabbed again. Maybe I’m being too cautious, but I’d rather wait until it’s gone. I blame that FB group I found where people posted photos of their open wounds. It haunts me.

Plus, I tried on a bathing suit and all I could see was my scars and swollen belly. Patrick said I looked like I had gotten into a fight with a lawn mower. It does. Not that what I look like matters for our own backyard, but it was frustrating. But I’m thankful Patrick loves me regardless and that I’ll be able to get in the hot tub soon. With a bigger swimsuit.