I have my first of many medical appointments today. I am scheduled to take some type of hormone dose iodine pill today so they can scan my thyroid on Tuesday. This doesn’t mean a whole lot to me because, well, I haven’t done it yet. But my guess is that by Thursday, when I meet with the specialist again, I’ll know whether or not I have postpartum thyroiditis or if my hyperthyroidism is something I have had for a while. If it’s the former, things may work themselves out over time, although I have read that 30% of those who suffer from hyperthyroidism after they have a baby then get hypothyroidism because their thyroid burns itself out.

I’m not sure what to hope for. There’s a part of me who wants this to make sense of every inexplicable mood swing, every weird night sweat, every anxious moment, every sporadic allergy I’ve had over the last 10 years. There’s another part of me who hopes that it’s postpartum and will go away entirely on its own. Either way, I’m lucky because I live with this person.

This kid loves petting Pookum and she loves when he pets her. I am so very pleased that he seems to love animals. The cats bring him joy.

I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to write over the next couple of days. I’m going to try my hardest to keep the posts and updates coming. (I have an awesome Murray story.) I had to post something because I am sick of looking at the previous, political post. It really went off in the wrong direction. I fear some people totally misunderstood me, that I misrepresented myself. Have you ever drank too much at a dinner party and whenever you wake up the following day you wish you could change things? That’s the way that post makes me feel. And here I thought I moved away from writing things that fill me with regret. Nevertheless, If you came out of that “discussion” angry, you either misunderstood me entirely or the conversation we should have had never took place.

I’m dead tired, which has been the usual hum as of late. I’ve been immersing myself in yoga again and my mood has been elevated because of it. But my body has changed since the last time I practiced regularly. I have discovered that I am no longer very flexible in my back, shoulders or hips. My legs, on the other hand are filled with new muscle. I think it’s from all the squats I do every day while holding an giggling, 18-pound weight!

Also, it’s going to be 60 today. Sixty. That’s some damn fine news, Internet. I’m going to strap my baby to my belly and we’re going to head into the great big city together.