Hey look... it's me again
Went for my pre-op visit yesterday.
I like to have things planned. I like to know how they're going to go... There's so much of "we'll explain all that later" that is driving me nvts right now that it's causing anxiety (not bad, but eh). Like, I won't know what time I go in until the day before.
Okay, so i just had to laugh, I was going to tie that in to Joshua's birth story...but then I quickly realized that I'm contradicting myself. With Joshua, I was induced and I knew a couple weeks ahead of time when to be there. I had so much anxiety that night before that I didn't sleep much. Worried I'd oversleep...worried in general... worried I'd forget something... (Has anyone noticed that I worry? :)) At the time, I said that they just need to call you and say "Ok, come in NOW". I'm never happy apparently.
I know I'm irritating my mother by telling her that I don't need her to come sit with me after surgery. It's not that I don't want her here, but I don't. She's great, I love her. It's not her, it's me. I have 3 adults in my house (Joshua will be on Spring Break) that I'm going to have to try my darnedest not to worry about what they're doing and if they need anything etc. My mother is also a cleaner...She'll want to clean stuff that hasn't been cleaned in the 15 years we've lived in our house. I don't need that kind of stress ;)
**sigh** it'll all be good... right? They're giving me muscle relaxers and valium to take after surgery. Maybe I should have told them I need them for before too! ;)