water bed

We unexpectedly were given a waterbed this morning. Gavin woke up around six o'clock hungry, so I sat up in bed and started feeding him. Jason got up and got me some water in a large plastic cup. I held it and drank from it... can you see where this is going yet?... and then asked him to hold it for a moment while I scratched an itch. I forgot to take the cup back and dozed off a little. Several minutes later I heard a splash and started awake to see Jason arching up and looking extremely surprised. He had fallen asleep and dropped the cup. He's always twitting me about spilling water, which I do with a surprising frequency that I attribute to the quantity of water I consume rather than sheer clumsiness, but he can't anymore! (OK so he can since I still spill it a lot more than he ever has, but I can twit back just a little now!)

I had my six week postpartum checkup yesterday morning. I'm healing well and all looks good. Now I can start exercising for real and working on losing the many, many pounds I have to lose. I'll have to work up to any kind of intensity, though, since I've had nearly a year of zero exercise at all. Funny thing - You will remember that our OB, Dr V, was pregnant and due just a month after me? One of the nurses was cooing over Gavin and asked his name. I told her and she got this surprised look on her face and exclaimed, "Oh! That's Dr V's son's name!" It turns out that she had a boy and named him Gavin. We don't know if she had the name picked out before our boy was born or if we inspired her, but either way it's pretty nifty!