Well, the wait is almost over...and the dread has set in! What's on my mind:
1. Pain afterwards. I hate pain. I hate pain meds.
2. Visitors in hospital. I just want to see one of my kids--Johnny--when he drops me off and picks me up. I want April and her new hubby to go to Chicago as planned, and I want Gabe to stay home and concentrate on his work. He will have enough to do when I get home. The last thing I want is my mother there, in her walker, valiantly making the trip to the hospital and then afterwards telling everybody how awful I looked. Sorry...that sounds terrible, but really, it's too much for her (and me!)