I'm a worrier. I worry about big things and little things. If there isn't something to worry about, I'll find something. I'm a worrier.
I have surgery on Wednesday, it's not a huge deal, but it could help determine if I will have problems carrying another baby to term and if there was a reason for Emma's early arrival. I'm trying to focus on the positive; being one step closer to hopefully having another child, but it's hard not to focus on the things that could go wrong. Not waking up, my doctors finding something not so good, them deciding I needed a full hysterectomy without asking me (which I know would never happen, but it still freaks me out). I trust my doctor completely and she's been fully honest with me. It just scares me that I'm headed back to the hospital that Emma and I spent 3 months at. I'm scared that everything won't be okay, I'm scared that they'll unearth a huge problem.
2 more days and hopefully I can stop worrying.