Yeah, so, I still don’t have breast cancer.
I got a mammogram last week, and yesterday I received word that I’m still in the clear.
Fuck yeah! Suck on that, cancer!
I won’t lie: I was a little nervous about the results. I had an estrogen-positive breast cancer, and when you get knocked up, estrogen runs wild through your body. Luckily, I’m all good, and now I’m back on tamoxifen. Now my biggest concern is shedding the baby weight. Oh good. Sigh.
Ladies, check your boobs. Do self exams (that’s how I find my lump, which turned out to be cancer), and if you’re more than 35 years old, get a mammogram. It’s easy. I wrote about how easy it is riiight here.
So, yeah, I don’t have breast cancer, but I do have the flu.
I started getting sick on Sunday night and now it’s the full-blown flu. I’m totally paranoid that I’m going to infect the Spawn. I’m trying to be careful, but – of course – the last two days he’s been extra snuggly and napping for shorter periods of time, which sucks because I could really use a nap.
The big bummer about being sick is this is my last week alone with Spawn during my maternity leave. Mighty, mighty good man David is off work starting next week until after the New Year. I also go back to work on Jan. 3. I have made sure to really enjoy this time I have with the boy, because I know our time will be limited when I go back to work. It stinks that our last week on our own is filled with me trying to not infect him with my germs.
I can’t believe my maternity leave is almost over. It went by so fast, but at the same time it feels like I haven’t been to work in forever. Weird.
Just in case you are wondering about child care, we are doing a nanny share with another family in Glen Park who has a boy who is three months older than Spawn. We’ve met the nanny as she is terrific. Calvin immediately snuggled on her and fell asleep. That’s a huge endorsement. Even though she is a wonderful nanny, I have no doubt that I will have a hard time going back to work. I’m handing over my most precious possession to someone who is basically a stranger. I know she will take wonderful care of him, and they will have a great time together, but I will miss him terribly. Every day there’s something new with Calvin – a new sound, a new expression on his face – and I’m going to miss it. The nanny will get to see it, and I will miss it. Honestly, I don’t know how David went back to work as early as he did.
I know Spawn is going to miss me, too. We’re buddies.