Get out the glitter spray

As one of my older and wiser coworkers would say, 'it's time to get out the glitter spray'.

My six-week postpartum check is tomorrow and I'm sure the pap smear too. It's torture anyway, but certainly when the person doing the pap smear is a (male) doctor I have to work around nearly every day. He's a good doctor, so I guess I'll have to get over it. I should know as a nurse that no. one. cares. But it is true that it feels much different when it is me on the examining or operating table.

I'm sorry to be cheesy mccheeserson, but I can't believe my baby is already 6 weeks old and so cute/adorable/nummy etc. People do often think she is a boy...but I think that is partially my fault since I put her in a boy-colors carseat and sort of neutral clothing at times. And the bow clips fall out of her baby fine hair (literally. Ha.).

Hope all of you nearby are enjoying the beautiful weather. Happy St. Patrick's Day.