God Always Times Events Perfectly

This afternoon I had an appointment with my general surgeon for a post-checkup. I got some pleasantly surprising news! She told me I can go back to lifting! Although, my other surgeon (my OBGYN) still has me on a 20-25 pound lifting restriction. However, I am over the moon! That means I can go back to lifting my little man! That means I don't have to rely on help any more. 

God always times events perfectly. 

Joe found out that he has to work out of town this weekend. He will have to work long hours this weekend. The surgeon's change is orders is perfect timing because we didn't find anybody to help me over the weekend. I know a lot of people just think that Joe should say "No" and pass up the extra hours, but to put it into perspective: God is giving us the opportunity in helping us pay for our onslaught of medical bills that will be coming in very soon. Some have arrived already. We are probably looking at over $3,000 in just what our insurance doesn't cover. Then we also found out that Joe will have to go to California in a week and a half again for more work there. Again, another opportunity God is giving us so we can stay afloat. 

So, I know the next few weeks won't be easy. I am hoping that people don't assume I'm completely healed because I still have a ways to go. The last few nights have been pretty brutal in dealing with my pelvic pain. 

I am itching for more time to go by so I can get doctor's write off that I can go back to exercising. I don't feel as good when I am not working out. 

I don't know if I put in my past posts that I decided to ditch my anti-depressants when I was really sick right after surgery. I figured my body would have to go through a natural balancing of hormones again. The pharmacist told me if I ever got off my anti-depressants without weaning off of them, I would get sick. I figured since I was already really sick and my kids were gone, it would be the perfect time to ditch them. So far, I have done great. I had once instance that I felt I was on the verge of being too "crazy mommy" but other than that, I feel in control of myself. So, I will keep monitoring myself and go from there. 

Although, I must say, I never thought taking my uterus out would lead to such a re-balancing of hormones. I have been extremely weepy and emotional. I can handle weepy. I can't handle irritation and anger. 

Today, a guy in a pizza joint asked what I had planned for the weekend. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "I'm watching my kids this weekend while my husband is away."
Pizza Guy: "Sounds like fun."
Me: "Probably not. I'll be exhausted because they're all young and I'm still recovering from surgery."
Pizza Guy: "Sounds like a movie weekend to me!"
Me: "Yep. I definitely won't win Mom of the Year Award, but my kids will still be alive when the weekend is over!"

I think honesty is good. :D