Well, believe it or not my surgery is tomorrow morning. I feel like the last two weeks have just flown by. Last night Nick looked over at me and said *in your very best horror movie voice*, "One more day before they are going to be Slicing and Dicing!" Then he proceeded to tickle me until I just nearly went mad and punched him in the face...awww.
I have a lot of mixed feelings about tomorrow. I am really excited at the prospect of feeling better. It is hard to imagine my life without my underlying pain, and especially without the feeling of the crash-and-burn at the time of my period. I am excited that this is honestly the first true step in Nick and I working on a family. It is something we are both so ready for, and this surgery might actually make it possible.
On the other hand...I am terrified. I HATE the idea of surgery. Just the thought of allowing someone to put me into such a deep sleep that I totally can't feel them plunging a sharp blade into my stomach is...you know...scary. I am afraid of losing the ovary...I am afraid of what the doctor could say when he comes out. I guess these are normal fear. I know they are. I guess you know it is time for a surgery when the good outweigh the bad. At this point, there is no question that I need it, or that it is time. So....I guess, here I go.