I'm supposed to check in to the hospital tomorrow at 12:30. I'm scared. What if something goes wrong? It's not like I have some horrible disease and *must* get surgery, this is an elective procedure. What if something goes wrong and I'm not around for the kids and Jeremy because I elected to do this? I am not a big cryer and I am having a hard time looking at my Hayden and Zeni today without tearing up. (Although Zeni's hour long tantrum over being "forced" to eat a bagel and cream cheese for lunch did alleviate that feeling for awhile.)
I have no idea what to expect recovery wise, I have heard everything from "piece of cake" to weeks of agony. I'm planning on being good to go by Monday, so fingers crossed. I have nothing profound to say. I'm scared, and a little hungry. Send good thoughts tomorrow please!