I stopped breast feeding when? In July? Anyway, here I am. Better late than never, right?
I have to say that I think it's pretty funny that the thing that's concerning me the most right now is the fact that I wish I'd worn pants with an elastic waist instead of jeans. I'm worried about my muffin top.
It's not my first mammogram; I had one several years ago after my doctor felt something that turned out to be a cyst: nothing.
The other ladies in the waiting room are speaking Spanish to each other, and I'm finding their camaraderie enjoyable. They're all older than me, but one is also wearing Uggs. I don't know what I mean by that. The other is with her mother.
The most chummy thing my mom and I ever did together was go to traffic school together.
Anyway, it's cold in here, my boobs are bigger than they were the first time I did this, and yeah, I'm a little nervous about other things than the size of my gut. Wish me luck.