I think I'm pretty much packed now. Tomorrow night I have to move my laptop tray back into my room. In the afternoon, I have to bring mom over here and make sure I draw directions for jillions on where and when to drop off and pick up the kids, along with giving mom my car keys so Jill can drive them in the van. (Although the mental image of her putting two carseats in the back of the Camaro are quite funny!)
I talked to the psychiatrist yesterday during Matthew's appointment about how to talk to them about the surgeries. I think I was worrying too much about this part. This morning, I asked if they remembered how Matthew had several surgeries and Michael had that one. They did, so I said that Mommy also has to have a surgery but for this one the doctors will need her to stay in the hospital for a few days. I'll be fine, and they can call me at any time. In a few short days, I'll be back home, but will be in bed and they have to be VERY careful with me, just like when I've had my back done.
They seemed fine with it.
I, however, am not so fine with it. Tomorrow I go on all clear liquids. That makes today my last 'normal' day for several months. That really scares me. Everything I've done in the past, including c-section, ovary removal, knee surgery and gall bladder removal, were all short-term things and I was ok within a week or so. I am hoping that I am just building this up in my mind to be worse than it actually will, so I will be pleasantly surprised. I guess I just want to get it over with. The waiting is almost as bad as the surgery itself.