So I’m home. I should be in surgery by now. We drove 45 minutes to the hospital (the one by where we used to live) and as I was checking in the desk guy said “Oh, you’re gonna hate me.” Get this- my surgeon called in sick. I was like- can they do that? It’s…

Well it is a quarter to 7 and we’re about to leave for the hospital. Just waiting for CSP to join me downstairs. I wasn’t nervous until this morning. I’ll have the boy post when we get home that I’m still alive!