Downhill.

I've joked with The Husband that it's all downhill after a person hits 30.  

(TMI alert...)

I woke up last month on my 30th birthday to a bleeding c-section incision.

Freaked.Me.Out.

The Hubs and Ryan took me to the doctor to get checked.  You know how with certain surgeries you have a drain left in so that fluid can drain out?  That's not the case with c-sections.  But I apparently had some fluid that needed to come out and out it came via a tiny hole in my incision.  To top it off, my doctor stuck a stick in the hole to make it bigger and then pushed more fluid out.  I warned you about too much information.  Then as if that wasn't painful enough, she stuck another stick in the hole that had silver nitrate on it that burned like crazy and turned the skin around it black.

Happy freaking birthday to me!

Luckily, the day picked up.

We had dinner and cheesecake at my parent's house to celebrate my day and this little man:

slept long enough so that I could eat my dinner uninterrupted!

He knew just what to get me for my birthday.