Today went okay. Lots of waiting. Hubby's final FINAL weigh in was successful. One less reason to panic. Then, we find out the hospital stay is gonna cost us 300$ each. Back to panicking. More waiting. Got to talk to a lady at the desk. They can put off the payment until after Hubby's holiday bonus comes in. Big sigh of relief there.
Then comes the tests and questions.
I had to prove I wasn't pregnant again. You gotta wonder how many liers they got for that to be so mandatory. Who would lie about that? Seriously... And of course, my favorite event, blood tests. To my luck, the person who took my blood was a former pediatrician! Gentle and kind as can be. So, I sat next to Hubby with my arm extended and my face buried in his shoulder. I didn't scream or cry. I almost fainted, but didn't. Another victory for me.
More waiting, talked to a guy about anesthesia. He was cool. Talked to a lady about breathing. Boring, but important. Then oh noes! something happened to Hubby's first blood drawn and he had to do it again. This time he got poked a few times. At long last, we were free to go. We went to the grocery store, loaded up on broth and jello, and now we are as ready as we're gonna get. Now all we have to do is worry all weekend.
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