19 days and counting.

Yes, I am counting down the days until my next surgery. Seems like an odd thing to look forward to, but it is true! I am so excited about being done with these plastic, hard, uncomfortable, painful expanders. The infection area and skin finally healed, man did it take forever, and my doctor gave me the all clear to move ahead. Given that my size seems pretty accurate we are going to just leave well enough alone and not attempt to add more fluid to the temporary implants. The Dr will have two different size implants available and he'll make the decision based on my body type and what looks best. After stalking the secretary at my plastic surgeon's office for 3 days now, she finally got my surgery penciled in. March 19th is the big day. The surgery is supposed to be a "piece of cake" as compared to what I've already been through. I'll be a little more cautious though because the last surgery was a bit harder than I expected and I don't want to downplay it too much. It is outpatient and it just involves swapping out the current implants for new ones. It should be so much easier and requires only a few days off of work. Lets hope!!

The permanent implants are supposed to be softer and more natural feeling (I meant as natural as silicone can feel!!) and lets hope they do not hurt all the time. I am so ready to be "normal" again. I want to sleep on my side. I want to forget that I have foreign objects in me. I want to get back to my workout routine. I don't want my student's heads to bounce off my chest when they attempt to hug me. I want to snuggle with my kids. I want to run more. I want to feel great! I want to go to sleep at night without being worried that I can't get to sleep and find a comfortable position. I want to go on about my daily life without a second thought about my chest. I long for the day I can put this behind me and move on.

19 days and then I can be done. I can't wait! :o)