Oh mercy, what a week!

 I went to my sister’s house in North Carolina.

I always love going to see her, my nieces and nephew, but this time I went with a purpose; to take care of my sister after her hysterectomy.

Sadly, since her husband is deployed again, he was unable to care for her and the kids during her recovery.

So I spent six days with her, and my perfect nieces and nephew, and I loved caring for them.

She was unable to lift anything over 20 pounds, and since both of her babies are 30 pounds, this meant she needed me.

I was on strict orders not to make her laugh.

I was not too successful, but I can’t help myself.

Funny stuff just follows me.

Or at the very least, I crack myself up.

But, I just have to say how completely jealous of her I am. I kept teasing her about how bitter I was that she got to have a hysterectomy and I didn’t.

Small side note: I am fully aware that some women have no choice but to have this surgery done and they don’t want to have this done.

I am only speaking about myself and my feelings.

So, please don’t send me hate mail about this, because I don’t read hate mail and writing hate mail is not good for you.

I am really jealous though. I mean, I have used my uterus to the best of its ability.

It has been well loved and cared for, and held some very large babies.

But, I am done with it. If I could donate it to someone else I would.

I could give it to someone as a Christmas gift.

It would be the gift that kept on giving.

And I am sure I would never get that gift back.

I am so over mine, that if I were ever going to pay to have cosmetic surgery, I think I’d pay to have that done instead.

Over time it would save me tons of money and practically pay for itself.

Man, I am jealous ...