They told me my body would be undergoing some chemical and hormonal changes as my systems attempt to rebalance themselves after Amber’s birth.
I said, “I’ll be fine. I’ve been through it before. Twice, in fact. I’m what you might call an old hand at this baby-having business thingamabob.”
They said, “Why are we even bothering attempting to hand you medical advice you might need? You obviously know what you’re doing. Silly us; we’ll just go along now and hand out free enemas to our next ten patients. Carry on then.”
I said, “Pip pip and tallyho.”
They said, “Eleven on this floor alone.”
I said, “Huh?”
They said, “It’s something of a subtle joke. Just let it sink in; you’ll get it eventually.”
… I’m sorry, where was I?
Right. Digging into my whine and cheese platter. Join me, won’t you?