I love little girls

At long last, the news re: my MRI: Turns out I have two discs (the bottom two) that are herniated, but only the L4/L5 is ruptured/torn. Looks like surgery is not warranted at this time (*whew!*), just some epidural cortisone shots (*gulp!*). I have an appt on the 16th with a back specialist at Northwestern -- going to keep that first, make sure he concurs. In the meantime, my PCP gave me more Flexaril and Vicodin. Again, is it wrong for me to be slightly giddy that she gave me a 60-count of the latter?

In other news, one of my bestest friends in the whole world gave birth this morning to her second female human, Quinn Estelle. Mama and bebe are both doing great. I love the name Quinn, but then again I am a secret stalker of The QC Report (linky at right). However, this still leaves my perennial suggestion of 'Rumpelstiltskin' as a baby name up for grabs. Maybe my other pregnant friend (my other MOH) will cave and use it.

Side note on Quinn: As we got closer (and past) her due date, it occurred to me that I could go visit my friend in the hospital, since it's so close to work. Then that made me realize that I didn't go when her first female was born. When that hit me, I thought to myself "I'm an asshole! I can't believe I could not have been bothered to visit her in the hospital when female #1 was born! I'm a major asshole." Then I remembered: I was in New Jersey, at the wedding of one of my now-husband's best friends from HS. So I let myself off the asshole-hook.

Highlights of the day:

• Managed to get breakfast in me, which I am discovering actually does make me feel better
  
• My income tax return hit my checking account (it's already spoken for, but nonetheless)
• Did I mention it's a 60-count of Vicodin?!?