I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned her uterus yet.
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The hospital is very dry, and I develop a bit of a hacking cough whenever I’m here for too long. Unfortunately, Sophie is very frightened by hacking coughs, as we discovered when I coughed all the way on the other side of the room and prompted her to knee my wife in the uterus.
I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned her uterus yet — although, to be fair, I can’t believe I’ve become the kind of person who can’t believe he wouldn’t have mentioned a uterus. Christy weighed a hundred pounds wet when she got pregnant; she weighed 136 Sunday evening. A day after delivering, she now weighs 109. Her stomach, which once protuded straight in front of her like the bow of a mighty ship, is again mostly concave — except for a tiny little pokey knot of muscle just above her bellybutton. It sloshes, and it’s possible (as I saw yesterday) for people to literally knead it and bury their hands in it up to their wrists; this is something that assorted medical professionals have felt compelled to do surprisingly often over the last day and a half, perhaps because it’s just so weird-looking. (They’ll tell you it’s to toughen things up again, but I’m suspicious of any medical procedure that makes inflicting stomach pain look so fun and consists entirely of repeated and very unscientific-looking smooshing motions.)
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The hospital is very dry, and I develop a bit of a hacking cough whenever I’m here for too long. Unfortunately, Sophie is very frightened by hacking coughs, as we discovered when I coughed all the way on the other side of the room and prompted her to knee my wife in the uterus.
I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned her uterus yet — although, to be fair, I can’t believe I’ve become the kind of person who can’t believe he wouldn’t have mentioned a uterus. Christy weighed a hundred pounds wet when she got pregnant; she weighed 136 Sunday evening. A day after delivering, she now weighs 109. Her stomach, which once protuded straight in front of her like the bow of a mighty ship, is again mostly concave — except for a tiny little pokey knot of muscle just above her bellybutton. It sloshes, and it’s possible (as I saw yesterday) for people to literally knead it and bury their hands in it up to their wrists; this is something that assorted medical professionals have felt compelled to do surprisingly often over the last day and a half, perhaps because it’s just so weird-looking. (They’ll tell you it’s to toughen things up again, but I’m suspicious of any medical procedure that makes inflicting stomach pain look so fun and consists entirely of repeated and very unscientific-looking smooshing motions.)
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