Monday, February 17, 2014

I'm in the waiting room of the mammography unit at Kaiser. It should all be fine and routine: I'm only here because when I had that infection and then surgery when Jules was a few months old, I was told to get this check up after I stopped breast feeding.

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.