My post-op paperwork tells me I can resume my normal activities today, and I’m like, no thanks. I normally begin my day with a few hours of roping steers followed by a little light dog sledding. I think instead I’ll watch some movies. I did make a run to the grocery store to pick up supplies for tomorrow’s baby shower. In the checkout line I was surrounded by no fewer than three pregnant women. Help! Plus, the cashier naturally enough asked me why I was buying a shitload of flowers. For some reason I told her the truth, and was treated to a gushing report on her sister’s new baby and blah blah blah. I only shed a couple of tears when I got outside, so I think I’m going to make it through tomorrow. I’d say that while my heart is not 100% in it, I’m perhaps 70% enthusiastic, and with some fakin’ and drinkin’, can get up to 82.65 % happy for my best friend. Very big of me, huh? After I’ve had a rest, I will proceed to get my bake on. I’m thinking chocolate sour cream tears-of-the-infertile cupcakes with meyer lemon cream cheese icing.