Let's push the rewind button for a bit.......zooming back over spring hikes, Grandma and Grandpa's may visit, yucky april snowstorm, valentines, christmas, thanksgiving(yum),.....etcetra etcetra.....long road trip, three weeks of packing, kids in utah.....ahhh here we are.... laboring with Jace. June 2007. We'll start there. So I'm on the edge of the devil hospital bed (what the h*%$#? why would a bed be so excrutiating?) in deep painful, mind numbing labor waiting for my best friend, my hero, the only person I want to see at this point, yep Mr. Anesthesiologist. He finally arrives to slay the horrible dragon of my pain with his hideously long needles and bottles of iodine.
Dear, dear, wonderful man. He is short, bald, hairy knuckles....let's just hope those knuckles have some serious experience here. Which, as the polite conversation soon reveals, is exactly the case. It seems Mr. Anesthesiologist has just returned from Afghanistan, (this is an Army hospital experience mind you, ps thus the swearing) and has been doing this sort of thing long enough to put my jumpy heart at ease.
So as the good Dr. is poking around my back he keeps making funny questioning noises. You know like "hmmmmm" or "interesting" which I'll admit I'm kind of ignoring and thinking "let's get this show on the road eh!" and then finally he says, " Do you work out alot?"
Which is the last thing I expected to hear as an extremely chubby pregnant woman. Mike snickers under his breath. Then remembers where we are and whose fault that is and apologetically strokes my arm. So I say, "umm I walked alot in my pregnancy.... I lifted 5 lb hand weights a couple times." I left out the embarassing pregnancy salsa video I bought on Amazon, no one with 8 lbs of fat and baby up front should be doing the salsa.
And he says, " I mean do you lift heavy things alot?" Well my babies are always fat, I'm not wussy in the moving stuff around department, I can even hold like 10 sacks of groceries in one hand if it's really cold outside.
"It's just that your back is so strong," says hairy knuckles, "You have the back of an Afghani man!" He smiles.
I cringe. "uhh... thank-you?"
Which leads me to the burning question of the week. What is the weirdest compliment you've ever received? And the person who can top that, is gonna get a good prize, and no it won't be my afghani "how to get a muscular back video."