Before things get ugly around here, I want to announce to winner of the Milkfly Giveaway. Congrats to comment #8, Brooke Anna. :) If you can e-mail me your mailing info., that would be great.
And now for the bad news.
After three long weeks of chronic pain, I finally caved yesterday and went to the back doctor, where he said those two dirty words to me:
Trust me, it's even less fun than it sounds....and I'm sure the four to six weeks of therapy I'm about to endure will be equally as fun. However, all of this is still probably less fun than surgery, which was my other option. And don't even get me started on the limitations for the next month, with the number one most traumatizing limitation being NO PICKING UP THE BABY. Seriously, how are Hollyn and I supposed to function? Ugh. So not fun.
However, at least I have this to make me feel better:
I like to call this 'The Day Doc Wore Clothes'.
It goes without saying that he was thrilled by this notion.
But when a friend gives your dog a Valentine, it's only polite to give it a shot, right?