tomorrow...

Tomorrow is the day. In one hour and one day, I'll be leaving for the hospital. Somehow, that makes me want to go back to bed. Maybe I'm just tired. I'm sure that's it, every time I type a word I have to go back and fix it. I must be tired. Besides having a bit of a meltdown Friday night, we had a good weekend. Friday, I was trying to get my husband to understand what I was feeling and I was giving him analogies like... "imagine you're preparing to jump out of a plane, you know you'll live but you're going to have broken bones cause your shute isn't going to open... now can you think of the anxiety I must be feeling?" Well, of course that didn't make sense and it only served to freak me out. But, we managed to move out of that meltdown and I'm doing much better now. Partly just choosing to relax. I have lunch with a friend today and I want to go to the store later. Also, for those of you who read my POOP story... I'm home this morning trying to relax enough to P**P. I know, TMI, but that's why I have a blog, so I can say anything I want! My husband promised me we'd get some pictures up on this thing tonight, so hopefully, more later...