Posted by Kristy | Posted in Kristy, Random Anything, Uncategorized | Posted on 04-01-2010
It’s a beginning of the new year and I’ve not made one resolution. Why you may ask? I don’t like to set myself up for failure. Why bother when I know…KNOW it’s simply not going to happen. Sure there are lots of things I would like to do to better myself and my life…for years now and it’s all things I keep saying are going to happen but it yet has to be checked off of things to do. Maybe I need some inspiration…I want to volunteer. Would love to…but where is the time for that? I’m very busy…ahhh well I suppose I could be busier. I only have the job of a wife, a home maker, a mother and a freelance designer/developer trying so hard to get one of her sites to take off. Where do I squeeze in the volunteering or church activities or time for church or weekly get together with friends or even monthly it seems. The chats on the phone, I have other things to be doing. I need to be productive not social…but what am I lacking in my inability to better my life…oh probably somewhere between inspiration and passion for it. Because there is a huge difference between I would like to do that and actually feeling the inspiration and passion to doing so. Saying you’d like to do something somehow correlates to it makes me feel better because I know I want to and I keep telling myself I will. Oh the mindset of the procrastinator. Now maybe my New Year’s Resolution should be to find inspiration and passion for all the things I would like and love to do but keep finding excuses for. I would really like that but I seem to lack the inspiration to do so.
I need help here…a real jump start would be nice. So here’s to 2010 a year of inspiration and passion for all the things we want need love in life!
Although it’s only been but three days since the operation…it was yesterday that my husband and I decided to go shopping. Most girls I’m sure wait some days after for this but I was much too anxious and excited to wait. I was feeling good so why not? Beats staying home and in bed…of which maybe I should have been doing. Oh what a day though it turned out to be. I was going to, where else but of course Victory Secrets. I wanted to instantly know what my new size was going to be. Yes a bit swollen and told I can’t wear bras until the Doc orders…it didn’t stop me from wanting to know what my new cup size was. After all Victoria Secrets must be able to tell me right?! It was the Dr. to ask me what size I was opting for…it was a full C. Not a B cup, not a D cup, a Full C. Simple right. So I assumed this is want I was going to hear…32-34 C….however it was a harsh SLAP in the face to hear 32 B. My world just came to a silent standstill! There was no way this women who I just met could know ANYTHING…How could she be working here…I turned around with the biggest look of disappointment on my face. Why on earth did I go through all this to be the size I was before having my baby? How could I be…the same size?!?
It’s been only 3 days since my “BIG DAY” of going under the knife and let me tell you I feel FANTASTIC! I can’t complain not one bit, not even a itsy bitsy tiny bit. The night before the operation I could barely sleep…my husband was pretty annoyed with my tossing and turning to say the least. By morning, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to have myself go through with it because of how nervous I was. However, it was the memory of how I felt the first time I had canceled and the times I dreaded that decision that kept me on track to keep getting ready. Before I knew it we were there waiting for my name to get called. First things were first, the dreaded IV. We both made it very clear to the entire staff of how terrified I was of needles especially IVs. The nurse that had prepped me was amazing…she saw how scared I must have looked because she instantly said, “I normally do all the paper work stuff first but would you like to get the needle out of the way…I promise you I’ll only have to do it once.” Thank God that she was able to make the promise…she then covered my hand with a towel and said, “out of site out of mind.” She was terrific! During this time I met with my Dr. and the Anesthesiologist. Then the “walk” to the operation room.
