Recovery

  Hermione, Harry, Zombie Football Player, and Witchie Pooh went trick-or-treating around the neighborhood on Mormon Halloween day.  Daddy took them while I stayed home and answered the door five times the whole night.  Boy am I glad we bought extra candy just in case.  I love leftovers.  
  I took JD to the Doctor for his two week visit and found out that he only gained two ounces the whole of last week.  Dr. North put me on bed rest so that I could recuperate and make healthier milk for him.  He called the bishop at work and they played phone tag so that the bishop didn't get informed about Dr. North's plans for me.  I am supposed to have someone come babysit me and Adam so that I don't have to lift a finger.  How embarrassing!  My body is just worn out.  The reason he called the bishop is because he knew I wouldn't arrange that for myself.  Boy, am I relieved the message didn't get through.  I am taking it easy and only leaving the house for Dr. appointments.  Result:  My house is a disaster, as usual, and I sit on the couch feeding my baby, toddler (not in the same way), and myself.  That's it.  I don't feed my family; Trent does that.  

 Isn't this picture funny?  This is Adam's "cheese" smile.  JD's eyes are rarely open still so I will keep trying to get a good picture of him.  I have discovered that I really hate making phone calls.  Once I make the call it is fine, but the initial effort to make it is almost overwhelming for me.  Odd, I know.  Anyway, I still feel like I don't need help.  We are doing just fine and I will get healthy soon.